Whoa...it's been awhile. Probably because I've been busy have nightmares about drowning in the ocean during freak scuba accidents. AGH! I'm not even kidding...I woke up this morning ready to throw up because I was seasick and nauseated being tossed around by the ocean as we made our way to our dive spot. No, this isn't the honeymoons fault, it started when I was getting certified and had these really weird drowning sensations during class.
Sometimes I really annoy myself...because in my head I'm this super-adventurous chick...but then in real life...I'm such. a. wuss. Take skiing for example, the same exact thing happened. I discovered I HATE going fast. Unless, I have complete control...like in a car. Complete disaster. John is taking me skiing for a second time this Christmas, in hopes of helping me overcome my phobia. Good luck, babe.
Maybe I just need to be okay with who I really am.
A cabin-dwelling-cocoa drinking-warm your butt by the fire and eat s'mores-kinda girl.
I can deal with that.
