What are you afraid of?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I'm not a psychology major, but I think people's fears are really interesting. Most everyone has a fear of some sort, whether it's spiders, snakes or flying squirrels.
One of my biggest fears is heights. It's stood in the way of a few things for me, and two instances were even caught on camera when I was on Stuck. There's an Armed Forces obstacle course with my name on it, and one day I will return to conquer it.
It just won't be today.
One of my friends has a fear of paper cuts, which I find truly freaky and may borrow for a character in a novel... perhaps a newspaper reporter or bookkeeper. ;) And there was a gal in high school who would scream at the sight of an eyelash curler, but I think that might have been the result of memories of a makeover gone horribly wrong.
As I've experienced, fear stops a lot of people from going after their dreams. Luckily for me, my dream is not climbing Mt. Everest or an open staircase in a really tall building. But my fear of making mistakes has made me pause and miss some cool opportunities.
I hope by now I've learned when to ignore those warning voices in my head. Especially the ones that sound like Jack Bauer.
What about you? Do you have a weird fear -- or one that's stopping you in your tracks to success?
One of my biggest fears is heights. It's stood in the way of a few things for me, and two instances were even caught on camera when I was on Stuck. There's an Armed Forces obstacle course with my name on it, and one day I will return to conquer it.
It just won't be today.
One of my friends has a fear of paper cuts, which I find truly freaky and may borrow for a character in a novel... perhaps a newspaper reporter or bookkeeper. ;) And there was a gal in high school who would scream at the sight of an eyelash curler, but I think that might have been the result of memories of a makeover gone horribly wrong.
As I've experienced, fear stops a lot of people from going after their dreams. Luckily for me, my dream is not climbing Mt. Everest or an open staircase in a really tall building. But my fear of making mistakes has made me pause and miss some cool opportunities.
I hope by now I've learned when to ignore those warning voices in my head. Especially the ones that sound like Jack Bauer.
What about you? Do you have a weird fear -- or one that's stopping you in your tracks to success?
Labels: adventures, goals
posted by Bonnie Staring at 3:57 PM
3 Comments:
I have a fear of flying, but I do, but I hate it. I don't fly anywhere more than 5 hours. 5 hours was my max and that was on the way to SF.
I am afraid of heights as well.
AND I'm still afraid of sharks even though I touched one in San Francisco.
I'd like to get the over my fear and make myself fly 8 hourse to Europe. *sigh* One day.
I have a fear of heights as well, tried to watch a Blue Jays game from the nosebleed section and had a panic attack. Finally realized it was my vision - changed optometrists and the new glasses helped a lot. Still don't care for heights, but it's not as bad as it was.
I don't like flying, very white knuckled, but I force myself to fly - have flown to England, and California, and Vancouver. One day I'd love to visit NZ, but the pocket book will stop me before my fear of flying.
The one weird fear I did have I blogged about on my two year anniversary. When an agent and an editor both said they wanted to read my writing, I stopped writing completely out of fear. (whether fear of success or of failure I'm still not sure.) I got over it.
Amy: You touched a shark in San Francisco? How cool is that? Hey, you've got to get over that 5-hour limit so you can meet all your Australian and Kiwi fans too. ;)
Leah: I hear you on the nosebleed panic attacks. The first time I saw Mama Mia, the DH got "affordable" tickets. I don't remember seeing the first act and I almost passed out when the people around me got up to dance and sing along. Eek!
And you got over your last fear in a really nice way, you published author you!
My word verification is momma. Now I'm scared again...
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