The Things I Am Not...

Its funny how unexpected situations can teach you so much about yourself.

Like fishing with my fiance this past weekend.

I haven't been fishing since I was probably 10 and I went with my dad.

Which I liked because he did all the "yucky stuff" that I wouldn't.

I am not okay with leaning halfway into the water with danger of falling.

I am NOT okay with putting a worm on a hook.

I am not ashamed to be proud of the one time I cast the line more than a foot.

I am not a fan of touching fish.

Or taking them off the hook.

But I am a fan of paper towels so that I didn't have to touch it's slimy body.

Side note, it took me so long to get up the guts to touch it that Chad had to put it back into the water on the line two times so it didn't die.

The only reason I agreed to do it was because when Darren came down to join us he told me that it was a pregnant fish. And I didn't want the babies to die.

You're probably reading this and laughing.

And that's totally fine.

I'm 20, almost 21, not afraid to fly off to China with mostly strangers, yet I can't touch a worm or a fish without freaking out.

Oh, the irony.