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Showing posts with label Fears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fears. Show all posts

Thursday, May 19, 2011

What frightens you??

I'll admit it. I have a lot of fears. Maybe more than other people. They're not just little 'oh my goodnesses' but actual 'AHHH, I don't want to deal with this things. The bugs above? Yes. They're one of them. My entire life, for whatever reason, bugs have chosen my room, my side of the bed, or wherever I am sitting to choose to go. I've had two bugs arrive to my side of the bed that were so big we thought they must be prehistoric. I don't live in a place that particularly lends itself to large insects. And yet...they find me.
Years ago, when I first moved to New Orleans where I lived for three years, a few of us decided to get out town during one of the tourist events. We drove to Biloxi, Mississippi. That was the first time I saw purple lightening. It was coming down over the ocean. I'll admit, it was pretty. But, I wasn't consumed with the loveliness. No. Because when I was ten years old and in sleep away camp the bunk I was staying in was struck my lightening. I'll never forget that noise and the bright light or the terror. My childhood home was struck not once but twice. (We fortunately had a lightening rod.) Yeah...I don't like lightening. During really bad storms while my family sleeps, I hide under my covers and try to will the storm away.
I love to go new places. This is a problem because of my absolute fear of plane crashes. Well, most people are afraid of the plane going down. But, in my life, my Uncle died in a plane crash. And then years later, on the other side of the family, my Aunt's brother and sister-in-law were killed in a major commercial airline crash. I fly because I have to in order to live the life I want but I don't like it. No, not at all.

How about all of you? What frightens you??

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Fears

I have had the good fortune to do a lot of travel in my life and, for me, that has meant getting on an airplane. I hate to fly. No matter how much I do it, I don't get used to it. Today, I am going on an airplane to visit my family. Yes, I am abandoning my husband and children until Sunday for a little decompression. I clearly need a vacation, I can feel the stress in the back of my neck and my husband couldn't be more supportive of my going for a few days. He's such a good Dad, I don't worry about leaving the kids in his good hands for a few days. It'll be like a party for them at home!

But I'm clenching my teeth about my upcoming air travel.

Is there anything you have to do that scares you?