Sinking to New Depths
Spoiler Alert: I suck at scuba.
Not just kind of bad, I mean panic attack bad. I can dive to the bottom of our lake (6 feet) and not worry about my ears and be just fine. Put me in a regulator and I couldn’t get into one foot of water before freaking that my ears were exploding.
But here’s the thing… I think I’ll try it again. Not because I can’t stand failing, even though that is an excellent and perfectly logical reason. No, it is because the first scuba night was a taste of what is required and I think I am more of a, “Gimme the whole damn meal and then I’ll decide if I like it” kind of girl. I didn’t have all the information because they couldn’t fit that into three hours.
As an aside, there was a racoon in the scuba video. Last I checked racoons were more of a garbage pail creature. I know the oceans are polluted, so maybe it was a silent commentary, however, I think I’d be more inclined to see a fish than a racoon. But hey, I’ve never scuba’d in the wild so I could be wrong.
Scuba for me is a to be continued… but with all I am trying to get done before my 50th birthday*, I might have to beach this for now. I have looked into Mister and I doing the full certification course and it is entirely possible we will spend a weekend learning to dive before we go away at Christmas. I’ll keep you posted.
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*For those of you new here… I am trying to learn fifty new things this year before I turn fifty. That is why the time crunch is real. Please stick around, there are 27 weeks to come.