I seem to always be starting my posts off lately talking about how busy we are. It’s true, so I will leave it at that. However, I am excited about this post. We had family over for the past few days. We spent a lot of time out on the water. Which meant, a lot of time with water sports.

I am proud to say that I have finally been successful at wakeboarding! I have gone around the lake several times while staying up!

Ignore the terrible expression on my face. I was having fun!

I mean, sure I eventually fell or told them to stop and gracefully went down. (That is my favorite way, for obviously reasons) I had this huge fear when it came to hitting a wake or any waves. I would just let go, and go down. I kept picturing myself hitting it, wiping out, breaking my neck, and Jackson not having a momma. No joke, my fear was that elaborate. I can’t help but consider those kinds of things now that I am a mom. Life is not just about me me me anymore. My existence currently keeps another human being fed, clean, happy, safe, loved, and a million other things. BUT I had to embrace this fear and get over it. To let myself have faith in myself. That I could do it. During our family’s visit our niece took her very first steps without help. We were able to witness it. If this tiny baby could embrace her fears of walking alone, I, as a grown adult woman, could embrace mine and try going over that wake.

So I did it. I had some faith, took a deep breath, and went over one, two, hundreds of wakes. IT WAS AMAZING. AMAZING. I had a blast. I could do it over and over. There were a few times I thought I was going to lose it. But I tightened up my core and my legs and regained my balance. I am looking forward to finding time to get out there again soon. And then there still were a couple of times I did lose it. I wiped out and I am still here to write about it. I even tried hopping a little with the board. I certainly did not get amazing air or anything, but I hotdogged a bit. I even wiped out a couple times because I was hotdoggin too much. Maybe one day I will jump like the amazing wakeboarders I am always staring at open mouthed on the lake!

I also conquered another fear this week. I put on a bikini. A bikini I wore before I even got pregnant. I don’t have a photo of myself in it really. Mainly because I tend to take most of the photos. I do have this photo of my in my coverup though.

Ignore the mess behind me. It was a child's playland all week! The kids were having a blast

I wore this cover up during our honeymoon. While a coverup is by nature baggy and lose fitting, this did not fit me when I was pregnant and even a bit after I had him. At least in the chest area. So now it does, comfortably, and well.

It was a few days of conquering my fears and I am feeling really great about it. I am happy that I decided to just suck it up and give it a shot, both wakeboarding and the bikini. So here is to accepting these life challenges and kicking their butts! I wonder what is next?