I thought I'd do a progress report, since all of my posts this year have been about my efforts towards living fearlessly. Let's take them one at a time, shall we?
#1 Ice Skating
Refresher: I've been terrified of ice skating due to a fear of injuring myself (in fact, I've always said, "I'd learn to ice skate but I'd probably break both ankles."). That's what kept me from doing anything for 37 years.
So, I was visiting my mother last week, and she'd put together a bag of stuff for me. Toys and clothes for the small, mobile one. A book she'd bought on clearance at Barnes and Noble, and another she'd borrowed from Grandma and that I could borrow from her. Some mail from people who haven't figured out that I moved out ten years ago. A first draft copy of one of my novels.
And something I'd completely forgotten about.
Up until recently, I could say that I didn't watch TV. At all. Sure, I had a TV, but no cable, so it was only ever used for movies on DVD. I moved out of my mother's house in 2005 and hadn't watched much of anything since.
Then, about a month ago, we got Netflix. (I did mention I'm a late adopter, right?)
We haven't been binging like most people do -- one or two episodes a week is about all we watch. So far, at least. (My media addiction of choice is the Internet.)
So we're catching up (very very slowly) on Doctor Who, Sherlock, and of all things, Buffy, which I never watched when it was on...and enjoying them all thoroughly.
Oddly enough, all of these series have some things in common, if you squint.