Ok, I have to tell you all something...it feels like a confession because I don't usually talk about it to many people...
For about 2 years or so in the ninties I was house bound. Overwhelming fears of many sorts...heights, water, crowds, people staring or poking fun at me and finally, just leaving the house...kept me locked up both figuratively and literally.
So...10 years ago...I decided that cowardice wasn't feeling those very real fears, letting them stop me from LIVING was! I wrote a song and one of the lines is "Bravery feels the fear and leaves it in this song..." Meaning, feel the fear and LIVE anyway!
I have spent the last decade going out and conquering fear after fear!
-Being single (love it now! Not sure I would want to be otherwise!)
-being fat or, more real then a fear of being fat, being thin and volnerable (just figured that one out this year),
-small places,
-heights,
-water,
-people looking at me,
-being in a bathing suit again
...I even sang 2 songs at a Kareoke Bar!!!!
And today...I can write off two more... diving off the diving board (well, butt diving! Don't ask!

) and going down the waterslide at the YMCA (combined fears of water, heights and people looking at me!)
Next week I am facing the Rock Climbing wall!
It is difficult to convey how proud of myself I am without exercising of one of my other fears...being conceited...but if you think about it, conceit is trying to put yourself above others to make yourself feel better, right? I think that...having a good self-esteem, loving who I am, who I have become, knowing that I am part of the human race, neither above or below anyone else...is the furthest from conceit I can get.
Thank you for listening,
Angela