Are We Having Fun Yet?
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Franklin and I used to take the kids snow skiing. And our memories are splendid. However, I recall those first few hours on every trip: frigid weather, weighty ski boots, long ski lines, fogged-up sun-glasses, runny noses, and I remember thinking, “Are we having fun yet?”
Life is like skiing. Up the mountain; down again. You wait in interminable lines for the ski lift. When it’s finally your turn, you board with great expectations. The chair begins its climb, up, up, up ~ Stop! What? Oh dear. Something’s amiss. You hang on for dear life, clutching the security of the center pole, not daring to look around (even though the view would be priceless). The chair dangles precariously, suspended between where you were ~ eager anticipation behind you ~ and where you are headed ~ that wonderland of delight that the next venture promises ~ and the abyss below ~ certain death if the cables fail.
But the cables do not fail, and the trip resumes. Soon you dismount, only to discover that you, just a novice, have landed atop a dreaded Black Diamond, wind whirling, snow blinding, cold immobilizing. The gusts blow you off balance, and you can’t see beyond five feet, which is a good thing, for looking downward would not have been wise! There’s no option but to ski down to safety, and you are gripped in fear as that treacherous trip is negotiated only by the assistance of a seasoned skier who coaches you to traverse, zigzagging from side to side; who admonishes you not to look downhill; who helps you up when you invariably fall. Finally, somehow, you reach the bottom with the only wound being to your pride.
Then you repeat the venture, because you know that success is there if you keep trying. This time you choose a less dangerous mountain, but it is fraught with moguls, so you opt to sit and bump and plow your way back down, not daring to try to ski around them, as you see others doing! Even the children are fearless and even pole-less, flying past, squatting, catching air as they sail over the bumps....
The day is getting late, but ever the optimist, you are determined. This time you choose more wisely and find the green circles that mark the safe slopes. You are rewarded as you discover this is a mountain you can handle. Now confident, you stop to marvel at the beauty of the panorama. You take the downhill slope with ease. You thrill at every swish and turn. You feel exhilarated as you reach the bottom, albeit much too quickly. And you realize that the joy of it all overshadows the failures and emboldens you to step up.
Are we having fun? You bet we are. Even the moguls and falls have their rewards as they prepare us to manage the Black Diamonds of life....