This past Sunday I went skiing for the very first time. Liz had gone once previously in 8th grade and let’s just say it didn’t go very well. :)
The only other thing I had ever done similar to skiing was rollerblading, and the last time I did that, it ended up with me crashing into a street sign to stop myself from flying out of control into a parked car (and that is not exaggerating).
As I envisioned what would happen skiing, I assumed the worse and could easily picture myself flying down the mountain, unable to stop. Children would scream to their parents as I careened down the mountain.
Fortunately we decided to take lessons together. As we were learning how to control our speed, creating a wedge with our skis, the instructor said, “As you start to feel yourself going too fast make a wedge and lean into fear.”
The point he was trying to make was not to sit back, but instead stand tall. This would move your weight forward on the skis helping to slow you down. Sitting back would just make you go faster.
I know I was supposed to be focusing on learning to ski, but I couldn’t help but think “lean into fear” is the perfect metaphor for our lives. We decided to take this crazy adventure together. The fear of failure has definitely loomed heavy on our minds lately.
The best thing we can do is to lean into the fear, sitting back would just allow life to pass us by even faster.
After a full day of skiing, I only wiped out a few times, but each time I got back up and leaned in even harder.
What has been a moment in your lives together where you leaned into fear? Did it work out? If you fell down, did you get back up and lean in even harder?