When the blank screen stares back at you poker-faced, Daily Prompt to the rescue…
I won’t say I am completely fearless or fearful. Although there was a time when I was so fearful to get out in the world I had to psyche myself up just to go into the grocery store.
I felt I would pass out or embarrassingly yell out random explicatives under the blinding fluorescent lighting and rows and rows of strangers and stacked food products.
When I was younger I was afraid to swim in murky water, be it lakes or oceans. All I could think of were the snakes and sharks and piranha that might be gliding by, waiting to pierce the flesh of my feet.
And I have never quite gotten over my fear of diving. The time in the Mediterranean sea when I lost my bikini top pretty much robbed me of ever going head first into water.
Flying was a real chore for a number of years. And public speaking? I’d rather slice my toe and pour hot sauce all over it.
So I guess you’d say I have a number of fears lurking underneath. Most I have either conquered or learned to deal with.
Two weeks ago I went to Busch Gardens, a zoo/theme park which boasts some of the most thrilling coasters in the country. I hadn’t been on one in years. Back in my teens and twenties I rode any state fair ride that rolled off the highway. As the years went by my equilibrium and necessity for survival kept me from enjoying them anymore.
With a little liquid encouragement and the desire to
make memories impress my now thrill-seeking little boo, I went on some of the craziest rides ever. I screamed like a little girl being chased by swarms of wasps.
I loved it.
There’s one that rises 335 feet, rotates and dangles you facing the ground below, then drops. I rode that one twice.
I never want to live in fear. Fear is paralyzing. Fear disables meaningful life experiences and the rush that comes with it.
Of course we don’t want to be stupid. I wear my seatbelt. I floss. I look both ways before crossing the street.
But swimming in the ocean, flying to see a close relative, watching my almost 12-year-old look at me with happiness and pride– those are things I will not let fear steal from me.
What are your fears? Do you have some you have painstakingly overcome? I’d love to hear your story…
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