“Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.”
— James Stephens
“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.”
Just finished a little trip to Cape Town. Wining and dining with a significant amount of walking, talking, visiting people and animals alike.
Saw penguins in abundance and dang are they as cute in person as they ever were on Wild Kingdom!!
Saw a couple donkeys.
AND Saw seals as well. At first was super disappointed because I couldn’t get a good view of them in the water.
Then suddenly one of my friends said, “Hey, the seals are back on the cement behind the restaurant!”
I immediately jump up and run back to where the seal is. I’m a super cautious person and I know not to get too close to wild animals. So I peek around the corner of the building and there he is.. a passive seal, laying like a giant oil spill behind the fish delivery truck.
I snap a couple pictures of the lazy seal and start to walk back to our table. Then lo and behold…on the other side of the lazy seal is a beautiful massive seal sunning on the rocks behind the delivery truck.
I carefully walk past lazy seal who does not even bat an eye. I get some amazing pictures and now contented, decide to return to my table.
As I turn around, lazy seal is now standing tall on his flippers just staring at me. Still on the other end of the delivery truck but standing up..and as tall as I am..and just staring at me!! This photo does NOT do this seal justice!
I realize now there were a multitude of options I could have taken but at the time there was really only one option in my vision.
That option was to return the way I came. His back was too me and if I move slowly.. no loud sounds .. I’d be ok. I mean, he was super nice when I passed him the first time.. what could go wrong.
I slowly approached him (did not cross my mind this might cause an animal to think I was stalking IT!). I get directly to his backside as he is eyeing me over his shoulder. Suddenly he leaps in the air and rotates to face me (WHO KNEW SEALS COULD LEAP!!!) and barks. His bark may or may not have been worse than his bite but I will never know.
I have experienced fear in my life and even thought I had known terror a time or two. I was wrong. This day.. with this seal.. I felt for the very first time.. sheer, blind-white terror. I remember some of the details, but many were restated and even re-enacted by my friends who were with me.
I screamed.. I ran.. I ran blindly.. I fell.. I fell with abandon.. I think I was still running and screaming.. even from a horizontal position.
I finally stood up. Seal was forgotten and apparently gone. My hands were bleeding.. my shoulder was bleeding.. my forehead was bleeding. My ring finger on my left hand was no longer aligned top to bottom. I still felt no pain. I was fixated on my finger and the random position it was in.
A friend’s friend’s son was like, “That don’t look right!” I looked at his dad and flatly said, “Put it back.” He asked, “Uh, what?” Me: “Put IT back where it was… MY FINGER.. JUST PUT IT back.” He asked if I was sure.. according to others I said yes. He did. I am whole..a little more learned.. and healing nicely I think.
public service announcement: DO NOT PLAY WITH WILD ANIMALS
*no matter how docile they appear!
“Mondays are the start of the work week which offer new beginnings 52 times a year.” — David Dweck
Every Monday I wake up motivated to start on the right foot. Or the left. It doesn’t really matter. My goal is simply to remove unnecessary chaos. I diligently plan, prep skeleton schedules,create alternate plans should unexpected issues arise. By Friday, I am on it like white on rice.
“I always try to go the extra mile at work, but my boss always finds me and brings me back.”— Unknown
I often come in on the weekend just to ensure success. I don’t mind. I love organization. I love preparations. I mean…I have managed every single situation that has ever been flung on me. I got this! EVERY THING EVERY TIME! I have successfully worked through earthquakes, civil unrest, teenage daughters, and every other form of man-made and natural chaotic event.
But …then … comes … Monday.
Followed by Tuesday … Wednesday … Thursday … and TGIF.
“There cannot be a stressful crisis next week. My schedule is already full.” — Henry Kissinger
Begin again… repeat …. this week will definitely be different. Sooooooooo…. Every Monday I wake up motivated to start on the right foot. Or the left. It doesn’t really matter. My goal is simply to remove unnecessary chaos. I ….. well you get it….
“Some days, the best thing about the job is that the chair spins.”— Unknown
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. ~Dorothy Parker
My entire life has been filled with lessons on finding ways to amuse myself. Entertaining others. Practicing random and useless skill sets. Finally, killing cats with curiosity.
Working in some countries has involved bringing all of the above modalities of defeating boredom to an entirely new height. My newest projects will involve intermixing all of my weakest abilities with my strongest personality trait …. cooking, coordination, chemicals, combining, creating, counting ….. with curiosity!
Project 1 – Infusions
To be sure, I am following the instructions exactly. Winging it will surely follow at some point. However, to start, I want to practice patience. In order for me to slow down and be patient, I need to start more than one project at a time. My practice in patience will involve only talking about one project at a time.
I present to you…. Roasted Pineapple Mezcal!
To be sure, these are super simple recipes and super tasty as well! It was interesting, time consuming, and actually quite beautiful. If you don’t want to drink it yourself, find a pretty bottle or a good, old-fashioned mason jar, and get ready Christmas presents..office parties..uh..or whatever..
“…You can do something extraordinary, and something that a lot of people can’t do. And if you have the opportunity to work on your gifts, it seems like a crime not to. I mean, it’s just weakness to quit because something becomes too hard…”
― Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour
I am also working on building up my confidence to start on oil and vinegar infusions.. fermentacion experiments, etc… but that’s later. Back to tequila and pineapple. I’m actually not a fan of hard alcohol but in the end, this was a success AND delicious.
So, some tricks I learned during the process was if you cannot clear out all of the fruit or other ingredients..you can freeze the concoction for a few hours, or even overnight, and the alcohol will seperate from everything else easier when you strain it. With pineapple though.. it’s just fine to have chunks.
I have seen recommendations to toss the infused fruit, but I hate wasting it, so into the freezer you go to await your frozen margarita fate.. but for now..
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