With Love, Laura Beth

Words from my heart

Death-Defying Plunge

Spring semester began this week at FPU and that means seeing friends again after a month-long vacation. Fun! Ally and I crossed paths on Monday. We hugged, asked each other about Christmas, and then she introduced me to Josh, the young guy she had been walking with.

“Hi. Nice to meet you,” I said.

“Nice to meet you,” he said.

“Josh is in your 11:00 class,” Ally pointed out.

“Oh,” I said, surprised. I hadn’t noticed since the room had been packed with students.

Then Josh asked, “You’re the one who sits in the corner, right?”

“Um, yeah—that would be me,” I said, surprised again. He had noticed?

In one quick observation—without realizing it—Josh had me pegged. I’m the back-row-corner type (they make for great escapes). I like staying in the background.

I like hiding . . . it’s safe.

When my kids were in elementary school, we took a family trip to Universal Studios. Evidence of my cocooning nature surfaced that day. After flying down Jurassic Park’s “84-foot death-defying raft plunge,” we waited to see the picture of our wet and wild ride. When it was handed to us, I stared wide-eyed. There, in a sea of waving hands and screaming faces, sat a woman curled snug as a roly poly, pulling her rain poncho as far over her face as possible. I did NOT want to get wet. But truth splashed me in the face–that’s how I was living! Curled up. Face covered. Hiding. Safe. And not having much fun.

So, yeah—that would be me. I force myself to crawl into the light. I devour stories about courageous women to keep me moving. I hold on to quotes that inspire me to stay engaged. Author Anais Nin wrote:

Then the time came when the risk it took 

To remain tight in a bud was more painful 

Than the risk it took to blossom.


Being back in school and writing publicly scares me.

But I know I must keep taking the death-defying plunge.

I must crawl out of my cocoon. I must uncurl. I must risk.

The next trip to Universal . . . no poncho. Fun!

3 comments on “Death-Defying Plunge

  1. Laura L. Nickel
    January 18, 2014

    Love your choice of words but where did you inherit that hiding bit? Huh? Quilty !

  2. lbwramirez
    January 16, 2014

    I love your comment, Deb! I can see us now, two sopping wet women–HAH! Front seat all the way, baby! Thank you for such a fun, thoughtful reply 🙂

  3. Debbie
    January 16, 2014

    I will be your seatmate on the next raft ride! It would be my privilege to raise my hands in excitement with you…from the front seat!

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