“We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face… we must do that which we think we cannot.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
I love this quote by Eleanor Roosevelt. Each time I read it, I think about the things that scare me … and there seems at times like there’s so much that scares me!
I can handle killing centipedes; speaking in public; working in downtown Detroit. No problem.
I just get scared by the unfamiliar or being in situations where I may be judged by others. Such as:
- Dealing with home repairs that inexplicably crop up: Scary (and aggravating to boot)
- Putting my writing out there for all to read and judge: I’m trembling as I write this.
- Online dating: Seriously scares the hell out of me.
Those things frighten me but I do them anyway. I mean, in some situations, it took me years to convince myself to do them, like launching my own blog or doing online dating. But sometimes you just have to say, ‘I don’t care how I feel. I’m getting out of my own way and doing them!’
Back in October last year, my sister and I and a few of her coworkers took a trip to Cedar Point to celebrate her 40th birthday. For those of you unfamiliar with Cedar Point, it’s usually a popular summer destination for families who enjoy thrill rides and water rides. The place is mobbed during the warmer season but there were a healthy amount of people on the cold and overcast day we were there.
Now, I hadn’t been to Cedar Point in many years. I can’t even recall the last time I was there prior to this most recent visit. When my sister brought up the idea of going to the amusement park to shriek a welcome to her milestone birthday, I thought, ‘Wow, if that’s not a situation that warrants anti-anxiety medication, I don’t know what does.’
I asked myself, do I really want to do this? Wouldn’t it just be easier, less stressful, sitting at home, nice and comfy with my own thoughts?
I was nervous to go. Though I hadn’t been on a roller coaster in decades, I knew the experience wouldn’t be like it was when I was, say, 12. I’d read the older you get, the less g forces you can withstand.
I pushed that thought aside though and agreed to go. I thought it would be a nice sister-bonding experience. It would be fun. It would certainly be a unique way to spend the weekend. And it was.