Day four of Blogtember – A story about a time you were very afraid.
Fear is an interesting thing. Stifling at times. This post is probably in direct contrast to the advice post, but my story of being afraid is more of a life story than a story about one day or even one moment in time.
I am afraid of falling. Afraid of it on a big level. It affects me in activities (skiing, hiking steep mountains, snorkeling, etc) and in the day-to-day. I prefer to stick to the easier runs on the mountain, I like to go pretty fast, but prefer to do it in spaces that are relatively open, read: green. I have had two memorable falls while skiing with one ski high tailing it down the mountain ahead of me, both times I was challenging myself on harder runs and all alone to try to figure it out.
Fear is like that, you either get stuck there and cease moving forward or you pick up the pieces and figure it out. On the mountain, I cobbled down to where my ski landed, shakily got the ski back on to my foot, and continued down the mountain.
My fear of falling is also evident in not going after my dreams. It is easy to get caught up in the day-to-day and get stuck in not going after the things that you want, but perhaps we do not know until we try.
The featured image for this post is most definitely not me in the ball as I could not imagine being stuck rolling around on water inside of a plastic ball, but it seemed to elicit this idea of what it is like to be afraid.
What are you afraid of?