Fear

I am not fearless; in fact I am afraid of a great many things. The primary one is the fear of dying; yes I am afraid of dying. I am also afraid of fear itself. I am afraid to let fear control my life. I know a great many people who don’t do things because of fear and anxiety. My BBF Marge has let fear so control her life that it limits the places she goes and the activities she participates in. I am more afraid of becoming one of those people, the ones that don’t ski the chutes, cliffs or even black diamond runs because of fear. I am afraid of fear limiting the person I am or the person I may become. I am very afraid of fear making me and my life boring.


This latest reflection is brought on because next week I am going diving with sharks and I am very afraid. I am already feeling the anxiety of the experience 8 days in advance. My heart rate is accelerated, my tummy is upset but there is no way I am not getting in the water. I will do it and love the rush afterwards. I am afraid and I am going. I cannot let fear stop me from living life to its fullest.