Look up “Fraidy Cat” in the dictionary. Go ahead; I’m happy to wait.
Did you see my picture there? I’m not surprised.
The truth is, I can be a big chicken. Tons of things scare the heck out of me. Okay, maybe not in large enough proportions to officially be considered phobias, but still, scary enough.
Here’s a partial list. Some fears, I was too afraid to mention. Others were simply overkill.
• Spiders, rats, cockroaches, snakes,
• Things that go bump in the night,
• Horror films,
• Much of the news,
• Being a bag lady,
• Shirking my responsibilities.
There’s zero chance that you’ll find me sky diving, bungee jumping or even water-skiing. And don’t even get my started on chaotic city traffic, dark alleys or missing out!
Last February, when immersed in my ‘week without technology experiment‘, I set a goal for myself to “do something that scares me.” I knew exactly what I meant by this: Hot Yoga! I had always wanted to try it (not Bikrim, just plain hot yoga). I would talk to my yoga instructors. I’d diligently make a plan. I’d set a date. Me being me, I would madly read up on the subject. Then, the night before said date, I would promptly talk myself out of the whole crazy idea.
This past Wednesday, I finally got up the nerve and did it! Okay, so it was a gentle class, and slow, and not the hottest of the hot classes. Still, it was 33 degrees Celsius (92 degrees Fahrenheit) so it officially qualified.
How did I do?
I loved it! The often touted benefits made sense to me. I will definitely be back!
See, nothing to fear, except…
How do you address your fears?