by Nasoosie » Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:50 am
I am ashamed to say I deal with my fears like a two-year-old------I rant, rave, scream, have panic attacks, yell that "I can't do this!" and on and on. Once I settle down, and talk things out with my kids, who, thank heavens, support me and most of my life's decisions, bring me out of my terror and back into the realm of realities. I suppose they worry about me out on the roads by myself, but not half as much as I do! And, if they do feel worries, they never let me know!
We are so much more able to deal with things and life than we sometimes give ourselves credit for. For me, I need confidence boosts over and over in order to feel adequate or possibly even good with doing things. I am the one who wanted desperately to jump from a plane with a parachute on, went through the sport-parachute-training course, took off in that neat little plane in Orange, MA, got out on the little step of the doorless piper cub, hands on the wingstrut, chute on my back, and when the instructor said JUMP! my feet jumped free, but my hands held onto that wing strut with minds of their own! I yelled at him to pry my hands free, and he tried, lord knows he tried! We had to land with me still out on the little step after he got my feet back on it, as I was so paralyzed and humiliated by then he couldn't manoever me and the still-closed chute back into the plane! All of this my father was on the ground filming, to boot. I tore into that camera and destroyed that film, then took to my bedroom for over a week and refused to speak to anyone. The following week, I tried again----can't believe that school allowed me to do it! Never even got out the door that time! I finally came to some understanding with myself, decided that although I really desired to experience floating free on the breeze with an open chute, my mind would never accept the obviously against-life decision to launch myself into space to make it happen. And, though I still yearn to feel that, I forgive myself for not being able to go against my nature to JUMP! If I could EASE into space, perhaps I would!
Since then, I try to ask myself when fear attacks, "Is this a life or death situation?" And it never is, really, (other than roller coasters and elevators which I know better than to try any more!) so I force myself to go, still trembling and raving, into the unknown. I emerge on the other side with more confidence and self-assurance that I really am not the wimp I feel I am sometimes. Fear is meant to keep us alive, not stifled and unable to live with reasonable risks to allow us to experience some thrills and enjoyment above the mundane daily living behaviors. Life on the safe side can get dull, boring, and just plain too "safe" for any fun whatsoever!
Hence, though not without fears and trepidation, I will once again take off for FL this fall by myself, hauling my trailer, hopefully with less ranting than before! And, what's more, I may even enjoy the trip a tad this time!
Give yourself the chance! Unless you are in space, you can always back out!
Life is about learning to dance in the rainHappy travels!