Wearing of the GREEN and FIRSTS!!!!

Welcome! Welcome! The first time we do anything CAN create all kinds of thoughts and emotions. Our first time riding a bike or  driving a car (both) hosts overwhelming trepidation based on trusting our gross and fine motor skills and how they connect with our visual perception and balance. It can drive us crazy (pun intended)!  The fear filled thoughts of crashing into large objects, or even mailboxes a plenty, can turn knuckles white and get the heart jumping (especially for the moms and dads in the passenger seat using the invisible break).

The first sexual experience may share some characteristics with riding a bike, in a different sense of musculature clumsiness, and sometimes is connected with cars. Although it is usually not the front seat, but the back. However, it also brings a new set of worries and fears of being exposed; emotionally and physically. This vulnerability is scary and yet in some way we push through (yes, pun intended) the feared story lines of embarrassment to experience something new!

STORY TIME (FIRSTS): The world grew warm. NO!  It was freakin' hellish hot! I tried to breathe, tried to do all of the relaxation exercised that I learned for just this occasion, tried to visualize success and force my muscles to relax. That was a joke! Getting my muscles to relax was like squeezing a rock and thinking it will melt in the palm of your hand like a handful of M&Ms (which are great, by the way).  The move I tried to chill, the more the my heart told me  to "Get a life kid. If I have to run faster than a F-18 Hornet (Blue Angel) flying at mock 3, then your going to have to do some work and it ain't gonna be easy." 

I go to move my arm, but it tingles with pins and needles. It seems the paralysis of fear is growing. My forearms are burning as the muscles on contracting, without any break. The arm rises again, cutting the dense and thick air. There is no rain, or humidity in the room, but my body is drenched and my shoulders slump as if I wearing a led vest.

In the air, my hand is now just above my head. I don't know what to do with it up there. Should I wave? Should it stay still? Should dance or caress? God I'm new at this. New? I'm a virgin at this! I really want to just wiggle my dead fingers, to give them life. 

There is no looking back now, I must stay where I am. Stay the course, as they say (whoever "they" were have issues and didn't realize that staying the course is pain in the ass!).  I have no choice. I'm committed, I'm determined and I'm scared out of my freakin' gourd.  But of course I am! I'm about to ask my first question in a classroom setting, ever! I'm 32 and I've never answered or asked a question in class...Stuttering may have been my crutch for not talking in class in the past, however, today I will step into a new arena of speaking and leave the fear of this situation behind. For after I do it for the first time, there will never be a first for "talking in class."--- BD Scott

In closing (before the writing prompt below), thank you for reading. Thank you for feeling. And, thank you for letting me sharing the world with you!
With compassion and Kindness (C&K)
BD Scott

#Writing Prompt

Below is a writing prompt for those who want to write a poem or story to honor the wearing of the green, leprechauns, and shamrock shakes (oh yeah, I went there, even though I haven't had one in the better part of ten years...I think... I can still taste the thick-sugary vanilla shake with its over powering mint syrup that burns my tongue and throat after half is drained. The brain freezes are addicting (sick, but true), cheering me on to finish the WHOLE THING...I'm glad I only got a small. A medium probably would have killed me!

#WritingPrompt (2014)-St.Pats Day: describe (a poem or story) finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow in as much detail as possible! Cheers! C&K BD @bubpub