Guns are a humbling thing. A morning at the shooting range this weekend reminded me gently of the value of human life and of the lessons learned in doing something you are not comfortable doing. Decked out in my pink rain boots and pink tee, I didn’t quite fit into the regular gun range profile either.
I am awkward and unconfident when I handle a gun. In turn, this was the perfect reminder to me of how not to live my life — a life without confidence is a life unlived. After a bit more encouragement, I mustered up more certainty of self and was able to master my target and comfortably (or at least more comfortably) handle the gun.
The boys at the Blue Ridge Artillery on Saturday made more of an impact upon me than they probably realized. They taught me that everyone has their own niche and speciality, but, with persistence, we can do anything we put our minds to for confidence in anything begins with knowledge. The more that I understood about loading the magazine, the more confident I was doing it. Likewise, the more we understand our deepest selves, the more confident we can and we will be in our bodies.