So, there are very few things in life that really scare me…
I faced one today.
I’m not afraid of snakes…grew up in the country, and dealt with them often - so they just don’t scare me.
I’m not afraid of the dark…being home alone….strange foods….trying new things…any animals - even big ones…heights.
One time, Byron and I heard about this guy who was chopping down a tree by himself (not the best idea), and it fell on his arm pinning him to the ground. After enough time went by and he knew he would die if he didn’t do something drastic, he decided to cut his arm off…with a pocket knife. I was horrified, but then Byron said, “You could do that!”.
So, back to what does scare me.
I got on an airplane today. And I left my children at home sick….my baby (he’s 7 now, but still my baby) has a fever. And I not only had to leave them, but had to get on an airplane.
I hate airplanes. I hate flying over the Gulf…too much warm air and wind-sheer possibilities. I hate sitting on the tarmac and breathing stale air. I hate taking off. I hate landing. I hate it when the pilot says that we’ve reached our “cruising altitude”, but he’s decided to leave the seat belt light on because of turbulence. I hate it when you freak out and start screaming at the flight attendant and they taze you, hog-tie you, and throw you in the airplane bathroom…okay, so that hasn’t happened to me…yet, but I would hate it!
Anyway, I faced one of my fears today. And now I’m on the ground…yea!
And my kids are feeling better…yea!
And two bubble baths can erase a multitude of traumas…yea!
So, now to sleep and dream…hopefully dreams that involve no tazers or airplane bathrooms.
Peace out.
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