All my life I have been terrified of guns...dad was a hunter and carried a Glock for self-defense and I had a re-occurring dream where I'd pick one up and shoot myself or him or sibling, or someone else...all leading to mayhem, carnage, scary bad things..
Today I went to a shooting range with a friend who taught me safety, how to load, unload, aim, shoot, balance, proper grip, stance...it was oddly non-eventful as far as the expected panic that never came...
It was zen like...keep one eye closed, keep arms relaxed but firm at shoulder height, aim, breath in pull trigger and breath out...Considering I forgot my glasses...Igot almost all X's, 9'sand 7-8's. I did not panic, remanined focused...controlled, and felt a sense of immediate gratification when I saw the shots grouped so close.
It all seems so odd tho, cuz it seems so not me to shoot anything!!! even a paper target. Not so sure I'd go again, but it made me want to pick up a bow and arrow again. Used to love the skill and strength needed for archery... I think the more obvious sense of sportsmanship regarding that is more appealing..
What did I learn?
1) You can understand and conquor old fears.
2)You can teach an old dog new tricks..
3) I'm a damned good shot!
Now, a shower, a put on pretty clothes and daainty shoes and off to the Ritz for the Lili's Burlesque Underpants Show ...Never have been afraid of underpants...just looking forward to the laughs, the music and the attitude...damn I love those ladies.
Proud that the reviews have been amazing across the board...from the City Pages to the Pioneer Press to Public Radio...the" art farts"from the local theatre crowd finally get it!
Amen
Cheers ladies!
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