|For real. They just don’t. I mean, they could, but they don’t.
Walk with me through this for a bit. Think about the last time you went tubing, or watched someone go tubing, or saw a movie/TV show/commercial that involved tubing. It’s a pretty simple concept.
1. Get a tube
2. Get in a river
3. Sit in your tube.
4. Hang on.
If you’re lucky, it’s a stinkin’ good time.
Oh sure, there are slow stretches along the way. You may have to paddle a bit to get through these.
There are low spots that require you to get out and walk across the rocks.
There are rapids that can speed you along your way, laughing, or flip your tube and dump you out sputtering.
Depending on who you’re with, parts of the float are more enjoyable than others; and sections can seem too long or too short.
The scenery changes along the banks.
The crowd changes as you pass or are passed by.
Either way, you’re always moving, because you’ll get out eventually, and not at the spot you got in.
Not so with ponds.
They are round(ish) and generally small, so the scenery has nominal variety.
There is little to no current. Hence, minimal movement with maximum effort. Oh, and that means no rapids. And possibly lots of floating green gunk. After a few hours of paddling in circles, things just get dull and repetitive. You haul yourself out, often right where you hopped in, bored and sporting fatigued arms.
What’s the point?
Who wants to be bored and sore?
Not this girl.
So, there you have it – my unique logic and wandering explanation behind the name of this blog, which I hope shows my unique perspective and often out-of-the-box take on navigating our River of Life (See how I tied that one in?).
Plus, I live in New Braunfels, a city of two rivers. It’s a quaint Texas town of smallish size until the weather warms up and we are joined by approximately two million tourists (who are attracted here primarily by the desire to frolic IN A RIVER).
I was introduced to the joys of river life and tubing by a cute guy I met in college and eventually married. His name is Gregg, and he is truly the other half of my soul. Our story is long, generally entertaining, and constantly growing. We have had our share of fun, rapids, flipping out and/or over, clamoring on rocks and gently floating the slow sections (though those times are few and far between) for the entirety of our adult lives (which is how it shakes out when you get started at 19). I can honestly say there is no one else I would rather hang onto and out with on this crazy ride. He fills my heart (and is a wicked strong swimmer…literally).
Adding to the fun, we are raising three adorable river rats – Luke (12), Drew (9) and Emry (5). They bring more light and laughter to our lives than we could have ever predicted.
I’m a girl, in every sense of the word…which means I have a host of labels – wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, mentor, co-worker, partner, giggler, crier, speaker, listener, and (best of all) child of the One True King. I started this blog because I have a passion to share with all the other girls (and guys) out there just how amazing they are, and how much they are loved, and how important and blessed every day is, even when we are lost or crazy or distracted or completely over ourselves and the world.