Fearlessness isn’t the absence of fear. It’s being full of fear, full of doubt, and full of insecurities, but going for it anyways.
Four weeks ago, I introduced Fearless Friday and invited you all to take part in observing as I began doing things that scared me or that I have just never found the time to do. Like last week, this one doesn’t fall into the “I’m too scared” category, but more of the “Hi, my name is Rihanna and I have realized that I am powerless over my Netflix addiction” category (the first step is admitting you have a problem).
Like most weekends, my roommate, Audrey, and I woke up, drank coffee, checked our Facebooks and other life-sucking social media sites, “cleaned” our room (meaning we made our beds and put our shoes that accumulated over the week away), and acted like we were going to be productive. Normally by 10am we both realize that neither of us have lives or other friends, so we start trying to think of things to do. Now that Fearless Friday has taken over my life, Audrey always graciously asks, “well, what do you have left to do for your blog?” From there we plan our day.
Here in Redding, there isn’t a whole lot to do aside from going to In N’ Out or sitting in Starbucks, eavesdropping on other conversations that always seem to have the same key words: Community. DTR. Process. Honor. (TIP: If you hear “DTR,” you should stick around because it’s incredibly awkward and entertaining all at the same time).
So, we decided to be hipsters for the day and go to a local used bookstore, a trendy coffee bar and then to the hot springs. Here’s me trying my best to look all edgy and such in the front of the bookstore.
After the book store, we put on our bathing suits, typed in the address to the hot springs, and began the one hour drive. On the way there, we listened to Justin Timberlake on repeat and I began to imagine what our hot springs experience would be like. It kinda played out in my head like this:
Audrey and I arrive at our destination as the sun is about to set and because God loves us so much, we still have cell phone service. We get out of the car and look around at the wilderness around us. We breathe in the crisp fall air and follow the sound of the water and choirs of angels singing until we finally find the hot springs. Okay, so it ends up not being a choir of angels but more like a traveling hippie band that lives out of their van painted with peace signs and inspirational bumper stickers like “Free the People” or “Love is all you need.” They welcome us as we walk closer, because hippies love us. I mean, I had already spent half my day drinking a latte and roaming a used book store so aside from actually brushing my hair, I practically screamed “HIPSTER.” Wait, are hippies and hipsters the same thing? Don’t answer that. Let’s just say they are for the sake of this blog post.
Audrey and I climb into the hot springs in our incredibly modest attire because we are ministry school students after all. (Only heathens wear bikinis. Every good Christian knows that). Our new hippie friends begin telling us tall tales of their life as I watch them pass around a strange piece of rolled up tissue paper that made them laugh and kinda smelled like skunk. (Don’t ask me what it was. I have no idea because I’m really holy and I have no past.) Being the good students that we are, we share with them the good news of the gospel and of course, they already know about Jesus. They have a few candles in their van that have his picture on them and it turns out that they think that Jesus is “so totally awesome, dude.” Perfect. Our job was done. After a few long conversations and growing tired of the ever increasing “skunk” aroma, I notice that I’m feeling really weird and hungry and all I can think about is a Doritos taco. So Audrey and I part ways with our new hippie friends and as we walk back to our car, we debate as to whether or not it was a mouse or a gerbil that we saw crawl out of one of the hippie’s dreadlocks.
Well, that is not what happened. Here’s the real story:
Audrey and I think we arrive at our destination but we can’t really tell because our cell phones lost service, it’s pitch black and heaven forbid they have a single light outside! We are freezing because all we have on are our bikinis (heathens) and towels and I’m terrified as we walked around the deserted darkness looking for the springs. Flashbacks to “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” run through my head and I pray that I make it through the night without losing my face. I mean, how perfect would it be for some freak to find us? We both have semi-decent faces and the only self-defense I know was from a karate class my mom made me go to in the third grade because someone got kidnapped like four hours from us one time. We decided to drive around a little bit and TADA, we found the springs. Well, kinda. Here is what we found:
SERIOUSLY? Like, really? I immediately get mad and start throwing insults at Obama because I think I’m a republican and Obama is always the one to blame if anything goes wrong. Thanks a lot Obama! First, you marry a woman whose perfectly sculpted arms are a constant reminder that I have jealousy issues, then you want me to have health insurance and now this?! When will it end with you?!
I take a deep breath and Audrey assures me that it would all be okay. She then does what all good Mexicans do and pulls out her homemade salsa and chips. I begin to feel better.
We drive home and decide that we won’t be defeated. If we can’t go to the hot springs, we will do the second best thing: break into an apartment community pool and use their jacuzzi. So, that we did. We felt young, wild, and free. Can’t you tell?
So, there’s one more thing I get to cross off my list. Taking a trip to the hot springs was not what I expected to be, but we managed to make good memories out of it. Here is now what I have left (that is if Obama doesn’t get in the way again):
Go to dinner by myself .
2. Ask a guy to coffee.
3. Cook a meal from Julia Child’s cookbook.
4. Go on an overnight trip by myself.
5. Go a week without a phone.
6. Sing at an open mic night.
Go to a spin class by myself.
8. Go to two hot yoga classes in a day.
9. Make and follow a schedule for a week.
10. Finish a song.
Take a trip to the hot springs .
Pick a pumpkin and make homemade pumpkin pie.
13. Host a dinner party.
14. Pick a DIY craft from Pinterest and actually do it.
15. Volunteer somewhere (like a women’s shelter or food bank) for a day.
16. Give someone a compliment or tell them something encouraging about themselves once a day for a week.
Wish me luck!
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