If I had to describe myself throughout my life, the words ‘fearless’, ‘adventure’ and ‘spontaneity’ were always used. I have grown up doing everything and anything I could to get that adrenaline rush.
Luckily for me, I was able to feel it walking out on stage to perform and when they called “Rolling!” on set. I didn’t quite have to cliff jump or travel at excessive speeds in a car (but I wouldn’t have said no).
When I met my partner Barry, we had this in common and it made us what we are today.
Jumping on a plane to be able to have dinner together, and making the most of the short quality time we had while dating from different states. I found my absolute soul mate in him, we knew that we would spend our future ticking off our bucket list, having fun and making the most of life. The only life we knew.
Then, we got pregnant.
A moment which brought us to tears of happiness. We found that the travel and activities weren’t the highlights of our weeks anymore, it was the appointment at the obstetrician when we got to see our little baby.
The biggest adrenaline rush wasn’t sought from pushing the boundaries, but from hearing the sound of our baby’s heart beat.
Then recently, Barry turned the big four-zero and I thought I would organise a week absolutely jam packed full of activities with his closest friends and family. I was OK with him tumbling around during bubble soccer and coming home with circular welts from skirmish but it was when he went sky-diving that I realised I had caught the dreaded bug of fear.