The winds were so strong in Birch Bay that the normally placid water turned into white-capped waves that beat on the shore. For a brief moment I thought it would be great weather to fly a kite. In my mind’s eye I could see the colorful expressions dotting the grassy knoll of Zuanich Point. Then in the next moment I discounted the idea saying to myself, ‘the wind is too strong’ and I went about my day. I don’t even own a kite so I’m not sure why this was a conversation to have with myself.
A few hours later someone came in with their rainbow-colored kite asking for scotch tape. It was then that I realized that simply transporting a kite could cause a tear that would threaten flight, not just the act of flying.
Risk can be found anywhere, not just in where you choose to look. As I consider this I can’t help but realize that the greatest moments of my life have been the ones when I jumped at the chance to soar without first shooting down the possibility.
What can or has kite-flying shown you about how to approach decisions in your life?
