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From the time we start to walk, through adolescence and into adulthood, we learn that life is a balancing act.  Some days we do a good job.  Other days we fall flat on our face.  But if we are well-adjusted women, we never give up.  

I’ve been balancing and juggling things all my life.  So, it seemed only natural that when I was given the opportunity to balance myself, literally, on a paddle board, I thought why not?  

How hard could it be? Besides, the instructor was one hot English guy. Who could refuse a lesson from him?  

Of course, I was a bit jittery. It was something I’d never tried before. And although the paddlers on the ocean made it look easy, most things worth accomplishing come with hard work.  

My teacher was quite explicit with his directions. He showed me exactly where to put my feet. How to hold my body upright.  Where to keep my eyes. And how to use the paddles.  

It was a bit distracting, since his accent and his hard body kept getting in the way of my concentration, but I forced myself to listen.    

And surprisingly enough, there I was, minutes later, standing up on the board. I kept my core straight, eyes toward the horizon.   Toward the future. I didn’t look back or wonder how I’d gotten in this position.  

Much the same as I approach life.  

Once I called out, that I couldn’t do it. When in fact, I was doing it.  I was in total control. Yet as often happens, my imagination began to conjure up all sorts of underwater monsters that could cause giant swells at any moment and throw me off my course.  

But how silly of me. The water was as calm as a lake. Why anticipate something that is never going to happen?  

So, I kept at it.  I paddled right. I paddled left.  I drifted a little.  I sped up.  I slowed down.  I fell into a steady rhythm.    

A few times, I panicked. My sister, my friends, my sexy instructor, simply waved at me. Their collective confidence spurred me on. Besides, they were only about ten feet away!  

And what was the worst thing that could happen? I’d fall off. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t climb right back up and continue on my course.  

After all, it’s my life.  I’m in control.

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