My
dear friend Jami will be pulling on her tough girl pants next week as she
prepares for her husband’s heart surgery. She’s been on my mind a lot lately,
and it got me thinking about toughness.Mental toughness, physical toughness, emotional toughness. None of these
have historically been my strong suit. I was not born a tough girl.Of course, I was an adventurous child, who
undoubtedly drove my parents wild with dangerous escapades. But the slightest
injury and I was surely a ball of tears on my Dad’s lap.
Even today, I am still exhilarated by the fresh reward of escaping shenanigans without injury.I peeshawed Gina and her watchful parents as they cautioned me against certain death as I insisted on clambering down the rocky Irish coastal cliff towards the ocean roaring below.I was alive with the excitement of making my way so close to the wild waves crashing below me – only slightly unnerved by the increasingly forceful winds blowing against the rocks.It was only later when I viewed th…
Even today, I am still exhilarated by the fresh reward of escaping shenanigans without injury.I peeshawed Gina and her watchful parents as they cautioned me against certain death as I insisted on clambering down the rocky Irish coastal cliff towards the ocean roaring below.I was alive with the excitement of making my way so close to the wild waves crashing below me – only slightly unnerved by the increasingly forceful winds blowing against the rocks.It was only later when I viewed th…