Some days I feel like I am, like the day I packed up my whole life and said yes to travelling South America, without any real agenda or true knowledge of the language. Sure, some might not classify that as fearless, but I think maybe you would if you knew me. That was a big step. But then, some days, I am so far from fearless that you could touch my fear with a 10 inch twig – it lingers and is on full display. What can I say, some days I’m more chicken than others? But FEAR is something we all have. We’re all afraid of something. It’s just that some of us are better at hiding it than others. And some fears, like eating guinea pig, aren’t as big as other fears, like never allowing yourself to get too close to somebody because you’re afraid to get hurt or never attempting to reconcile differences with people because you’re afraid of how it will change your life. I could go on and on.
But for me, I’ll be honest. There are lots of things I fear. I fear disappointment, change, mostly the unknown, totally mice, but most definitely heights.
