Happy Wednesday! Today, the lovely ladies and I are talking about our fears. Oh fears, I have'em. LOL
I'm going to do my top three. I could do more, but I've got a book to finish so I'm limiting myself to three. :-) So here it goes...
1. Spiders - this is the first things that pop into my head when I think of fears. I've always been afraid of them... Logically, I can tell myself it's silly, but I see one and I freeze...or run screaming, arms flailing in the opposite direction if that's a viable option. Luckily, I have a husband and son who are willing to terminate any that come around me. If I'm alone... objects get thrown across the room at the devil's spawn. My aim has gotten pretty good.
2. Heights - I can't do rollercoasters, much to my family's dismy, and I'm wary of climbing things or being high up. Heights are not something I enjoy. Oddly, I don't have a problem with flying, and even enjoy the window seat. *shrug* I think some of it is I'm not the most graceful person. I manage to trip on fall over air on the safe, flat ground. Why add dangerous heights that could result in my gruesome death into the mix? That's just not smart, people.
3. Failure - I'm going deep here, folks. LOL Not an outside, tangible thing here. This is a fear that can be paralyzing. I'm my own worst enemy, to be honest. The biggest thing in my way. When I find myself in a cycle of self-sabatoge, often not realizing I'm doing it right away, the root of it is always fear of failure. Of falling flat on my face, of not being able to meet expections. And it's easier to say I wasn't able to do something because an outside force interfered than to admit I failed. Because who wants to fail. Not me!
And that's it, my darlings.
Check out what the other ladies said this week...
Bronwyn Green
Kellie St. James
Kris Norris
Leigh Jones
Tess Grant
Until next week. :)
Hugs
~J
I too have thrown things across the room at bugs. One in particular was not a spider but I did manage to ruin my ceiling in two spots trying to kill a big black evil thing with a phone book. The ripped ceiling tiles are still there. I stand by my decision.
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah...I soooooooooooooo get the fear of failure. Every. Freaking. Day.
ReplyDeleteI know that fear of failure. I also know it's flip side--the fear of success. Because what if I actually succeed and then I fail at succeeding? Yikes. Sometimes my head just thinks too much.
ReplyDeleteSheesh...someone dug deep. You're getting a bit too close to the truth there, Jess. I fear the failure thing, as well. Didn't think to mention it. And while we'r at it, I think I fear not being good enough...never being good enough. But hey, that's another round for the couch doctor.
ReplyDeleteJust three?! That's kind of awesome. :)
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