One of my New Years goals--both in the crafting realm and beyond; and for that matter, one of my "goals for my thirties" (I'm not there yet! Months to go still!)...is to try new things. I'm not all that great at jumping into something new--especially when there's a damn good likeliehood that I'm going to fall flat on my ass. Literally, in this case. But alas, I'm completely inspired (yet again) by watching my children try, fall, and get back up again. All of this becomes quite literal when talking about ice skating, which I'm attempting to conquer this winter.
This is my preferred method of getting around on the ice (my sister and I being pulled by my mom, circa 1979). We went skating a lot as kids (growing up in Maine, it's a requirement for sanity to find *something* to do outside in the winter--ski, skate, sled--whatever), but I mostly remember it being cold, bumpy, and painful. I think I spent a lot of time reading in the car while everyone else skated.
But now, I've got some serious motivation for giving it another shot. Fall on my ass or not, my kids love it. (And yes,the chair in the photo above not only gives Ezra the ride of his life, but it's also HOLDING ME UP). Calvin even wants a hockey stick and puck for his birthday now. Oh god, Ice Hockey? Kids really are good for stretching your comfort zone, aren't they?!
A few more picture of our ice skating escapades here on Flickr. The next time you see me on ice, I'm going to be doing some crazy Dorothy Hamill move, I swear. (The last time I pulled a 'dorothy hamill' on Steve in the house--running from across the room, jumping onto him, I knocked us both over and broke his new Armani glasses, which have been duct taped ever since.) Oh, I've got grace. I'm headed for the ice capades, baby.