This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Letters to my younger self’.
Dear not-quite-as-jaded-as-she-thinks-she-is 29-year-old me,
In a month, you will find yourself floating in an Olympic-sized pool with your head resting on your life jacket, in a huddle with 25 men. Your arms will be linked tightly (as instructed and not voluntarily) with the arms of the men on either side of you so that your bodies will be snug against one another and all the bodies linked will form a circle. The man on your left will be nearly twice your age. Ditto for the man on your right. Sorry.
The instructors will tell all of you to look upwards at the sky but you will think that this is just impractical as humongous rain drops will plonk into your eyes and nose. You will hear lightning in the distance and also hear it gradually getting nearer and you will wonder what will happen if the lightning strikes this formation all of you will be in. Immediately you will think, charred human doughnut. Hehe.
At that very moment, instead of thinking though of how this formation (huddling) will help rescue teams spot survivors of a helicopter crash, all that will go through your mind is…
How in the world do I get myself into these kinds of situations?
Do not get your knickers in a twist but this will not be the last time this thought will percolate in your mind. Actually, it will also not be the first. One of the saving graces of your job, will be the numerous moments of How in the world do I get myself into these kinds of situations? Really.
Despite the fact that at first, you’ll be all what the heck! when you will be thrown into these situations, eventually, you’ll realise that these moments will have its share of silver linings. For example, this course involving huddling will teach you that you’re braver than some of the men who will be training with you (Pssst…you will jump into the pool below from a height of 15 feet at your first attempt, two of the other men will take more than two tries to even walk to the edge of the ledge). Phwoar.
So, when you find yourself in this wet huddle next month, have your moment of what the heck! then remember that this will be an event you will laugh at (and write about) in the years to come. And no, the hunks will not really be hunks. More like wannabe-hunks. Sorry again.