There is a method to this madness... I haven't lost my mind (yet!) - although with the people I hang around with it's amazing I'm not yet stark raving mad ;)
A few posts back I spoke about Parent/Adult/Child ego traits which I am working on at the moment... well it appears my child ego trait is seriously lacking in attention. She doesn't know how to have fun, relax and just enjoy life.
In steps Vanessa....
After discovering I have never known the joy of jumping in puddles (nope never done it) she was determined I experience the joy of just jumping for joy in the puddles...
But of course being Vanessa we couldn't just do takkies and jeans! Oh no if we were going to do this we were going to do it properly!! So at noon on Saturday afternoon here we were, dressed in our LBD's, stilettos and makeup.... standing on a little stretch of road jumping in puddles... The little stretch of road in question led to the local Jockey Academy and I'm sure the poor locals are still wondering about the 2 crazy chicks in their heels jumping in what was more muddy water then puddles!!
To be honest I did nearly back out.. when Vanessa and I spoke about it I was all enthusiastic but when I got the Whatsapp message saying pick me up and bring your heels I did baulk... did I really want to go stand on the side of a road jumping in puddles in a pair of stunning heels that had set me back R400 (I'm a shoe fanatic - 43 pairs of just heels at last count...).
Could I do this?
I kicked into planning and control mode - where, how long, what to wear, what must I bring... no I have to have a cup of tea first... all the while running through my head were thoughts of do I really want to do this?? I'm not one for making a public display of myself. Never have been. I've always been the serious one. The one who does the right thing.... the responsible thing... the one who stands at the back of the crowd, an old soul... yet in saying that I'm also the youngest amongst most of my closest friend, a strange dynamic!
So with a fair amount of fear and nerves off I set to pick up Vanessa and we went puddle hunting... finding a nice big one in Summerveld. After a fair amount of prompting Vanessa did get me jumping, laughing and just having the best time I have had in a long time... and eventually not giving a damn about what was thought of me by people driving past.
So at the age of 37 I have now officially had my first taste of Puddle Jumping - will I be back, hell yes. But there is a load more of stuff to be added to that list - oops I forgot - I've got to chuck the list and just go for it!!!!! No planning allowed :)
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