Outside my Comfort Zone

It’s no secret I want to dive with Great White Sharks.

In a cage, of course.

What Is a secret is my intense fear of drowning.

You’d think that I, being surrounded by Great White Sharks, would be afraid of all those razor sharp teeth and their prehistoric predatory skills.

But no, you’d be wrong.

What I’m truly afraid of is that the tether from the boat to the cage snapping and me sinking into the dark abyss that lies in Monterey Bay, just like Richard Dreyfuss did in “Jaws.” I’d be faced with the decision to drown or take my chances with the sharks.

Oh, I’d take my chances with the sharks, but that brings up a second fear of mine – SHARKS!

Sharks have rows of razor sharp teeth and hunting skills honed over the millennia.

I’ve heard it said that all the magic happens outside your comfort zone and I have to agree.

Great White Shark diving is the epitome of being outside my comfort zone.

Way outside.

Great White Shark Diving

aka How Michelle Plans to Spend Part of Her 2013 Tax Refund.

As you all know, I will be signing up to dive with Great White Sharks in the fall when the seal breeding season in the Farallons goes into full swing.

I’m actually very nervous about this activity. More than running with the bulls. More than skydiving.

It’s not because I get sea sickness in a boat. It’s not because I’m scared of the shark.

It’s because I’m scared of drowning.

In my mind, I’ve created a worst-case-scenario where the tether holding the cage to the boat gets severed and I sink into the depths, surrounded by man-eating sharks.

Am I still going to do it?

You bet.

If I let fear stop me I never would have skydived, ran with the bulls, or had boudoir photos taken.

I’ll just have to get over my fear and brave the murky cold waters of the Farallons to greet these primordial beasts.

Wish me luck!

What’s on tap…

I’ve been thinking about my next set of activities to take on.

Besides needing to scour Groupon for specials, I’ve come up with the following list:

  • Eat at Manresa
  • See Niagara Falls and get wet
  • See Bruce Springsteen
  • Go to a U2 concert
  • Take a tour of Alcatraz
  • Take a tour of the Winchester Mystery House (I’ve never been)
  • Fly a single engine Cessna again
  • Go to the Korean Spa, again
  • Great White Shark dive
  • Eat at a Burmese restaurant
  • Go to Supper Club in SF
  • See a transvestite show
  • Go to  strip club
  • Drive down Highway 1
  • Drive up Highway 1
  • Go to a book reading
  • Go to an art museum
  • Learn to surf
  • Fly in an acrobatic plane doing stunts
  • Camp in Yosemite
  • Go wine tasting in Napa/Paso Robles
  • Go to the Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz
  • Enjoy an Irish Coffee at the Buena Vista
  • Take sailing lessons
  • Learn to brew beer at Workshop SF
  • Get a new tattoo

And that’s a pretty good start for me.  I think I’ll start with driving up and down Highway 1.  I love to stop along the way at any place that suits my fancy – like the Olema Farm House in Olema or the Hog Island Oyster Company in Marshall, or Nepenthe in Big Sur.  So much to see and experience.  Time to get cracking!

 

Oh the crazy things I do

Now that I’m recommitted to my quest to find love, I need to find a whole new set of activities to keep me busy.  In February and March I took a pole dancing class, learned to lap dance, went hiking with the elephant seals in Ano Nuevo, kayaked with gray whales, participated in vinyasa and bikram yoga, and raced stock cars on an actual race track in Stockton.

No, I didn’t meet anyone.  But I had so much fun it didn’t really matter.  So I’d like to keep up the tradition of finding fun activities to do while I take my time finding Mr. Right.

Not Mr. Somewhat-Right, Mr. Almost-Right, or Mr. Ok-For-Now.  And definitely not Mr. FWB.

So help me figure out my next batch of activities:

Personally, the one I REALLY want to do is Great white shark diving.  Only the cost prohibits me from signing up.  But I’m beginning to think a little encouragement from the blogosphere could motivate me to take the plunge, so to speak.

Another activity which scares me is hang-gliding.  It’s nothing I’ve ever done before and I imagine it’s a fantastic experience, albeit one that makes you pucker a bit.

Personally, I think the Paint party and Wine with chocolate pairing sound lovely but in reality would be very boring without a friend there with you.

So vote carefully, my friends.