Tag archives: facing fears
Some people embrace change, actually seek it
out. Others resist it like a bad parasite. I usually fall into the
parasite-resisting category (it’s why I never get sick).
Last year, when I put a magnet on my fridge that
said “life begins at the end of your comfort zone,” I did so to remind myself
that good things can happen when you stretch yourself. I’ll admit, though, that
at the time, I didn’t expect to stretch very far.
Yet somehow, last summer I set into motion life
plans that changed rapidly and sometimes on a daily basis ...
When I was a child, my dad occasionally had the opportunity
to bid for a better job (he worked for the railroad) that would require relocating
to a new city. As a shy kid, nothing is more terrifying—except maybe doing a
demonstration speech in a required public speaking course— than having to make
So I did what I had to do. I screamed and cried and pleaded:
“please don’t make me leave my friends.” We never moved. Not sure how much of that
was my fault.
When my husband has periodically broached the subject of
When I told the owner of the yoga studio I go to that today
was my last class because I was moving, he asked if I was moving for love. My
initial thought was “no” because I was thinking only of romantic love. But when
I told him I was moving for family, his response was immediate, “well, that’s
love, isn’t it?”
I’ve been asked frequently why we’re moving to Milwaukee and
I’ve stumbled over the answer every time. Our decision evolved so quickly and
seemed so complicated that it was a question I couldn ...
Thanks to the generosity of a coworker, my
daughter and I are living for two weeks in a beautiful home snuggled in the
foothills of the Rocky Mountains. We’ve seen deer, fox, wild turkeys. It’s a
vacationer’s dream and my basic nightmare.
The problem? The woman who owns the home is gone
most of the time. “Yay!” you might say. Not me. Nothing fills my heart with
terror more than being in a big empty house at midnight.
No doubt I’m not the only one with this fear, but
my version of it seems a bit ...
Until a few years ago, I had led a very
fine life—emphasis on fine. My response to any
question was "fine." In our early years together, my
"fineness"drove my husband crazy. He was constantly asking me how
everything could be fine all of the time. He also couldn't understand why I had
no opinion about anything—any and every option was OK.
The reason my life was so fine was not
because I had some kind of karmic protection. Rather, I was so terrified of bad
things happening that I never took any risk that could change ...