I have been thinking about fears since my last post. I don't like to focus on fears and feed their power. That doesn't mean I don't have a big ol' closet of them. I just don't like to open that door.Here's one: I'm afraid of posting my fears on my blog.
I used to have silly fears when I was younger. Heights, thunder, falling down in public... I don't think I have any silly fears anymore. But maybe silly fears are never actually silly when you are really afraid of something.
Here's another one: I'm afraid that there won't be any new foods that I'm not allergic to.
OK. Here's a funny falling down story, well sort of. When I was in Highschool I used to run cross country. For some reason I remember being worried that I would fall down at one particular race. I kept whining to my coach about it. Finally he said, "Look, if you actually do fall down you have my permission to just turn around and walk back." I didn't fall down. I also don't think I came in last that time. Like I said, I love to run. I never said I was very fast. Does that prove the idea that it's always better to do the things we are afraid of? Hmmm.
My brother was very afraid to take his wiggly son on the Ferris Wheel, but he did it anyway! He is afraid of heights. But that was three years ago and I don't think he's done it again.
I used to be afraid of sea food!! That's silly. But now I brave it every once in a while. Salmon mostly.
Do you have any funny fears?