I can visualize the little knitting group with my aunt and cousins, and it looks so pleasant. Safe, not particularly challenging or threatening. Of course, I can always learn to knit. Since I have no idea where this burst of courage came from, who knows when and if it would ever happen again. Might as well take advantage while I can!

I made it through the first three weeks of practice. Admittedly, without perfect attendence but I promise that will not continue. Missing practice adds fear to the idea of going back. I faced that a week ago, and it caused me to spiral into a "do I really want to do this" freak out. It was so intense that I was about 98% sure I wasn't going back. Fortunately, I felt an outpour of encouragement and support and I did it.

Now about the actual skating. I feel as if I'm slowly making progress. Remember me mentioning falling and not being able to get back up? Well I can do it now! Not very quickly, but I can get myself up off the floor. I can also do cross overs. Again, I'm no pro but I'm working on it. I was told by a few ladies that I'm participating more than I have. That's a relief. I'm glad to know people are seeing some progress, though I haven't exactly felt it.

I'm just excited. I'm excited about the people I'm meeting and getting to know, about pushing myself for once in my life. This is the first time I've ever felt like I can do something and be something. <3