I was on the phone with my brother last night, and without thinking I hopped up on our kitchen counter. Just hopped right up there! I haven't done that in YEARS! First, I couldn't!
Second, I'd have gone through the whole mental game of wondering whether or not it could hold me.
When I was a kid, my mom hated for me to sit up there, but I sat on the counter ALL the time. I find it very comfortable, maybe because I'm short. It gives me a little height.
Weird thing to be so happy about, but holy toledo, I jumped up on that counter without even thinking about it and it was just as easy as it used to be.