Friday I posted about the other “F word” in our family.
On reflection I think there’s more than one “other”. There may be a whole slew of other “f words” that lurk around like stealth ninjas ready to take us down.
So here’s number 2. Fear.
I don’t think I’m a particularly fearful person. But I might have slept in the car instead of with the bats in a mountain cabin once upon a time. And Maggie and I might have told the producers of the Amazing Race that snakes were a no-go for us when we were auditioning.
I’ll admit I AM afraid of heights, failure, suffering, looking foolish in public, and dying in an airplane crash to name a few. But so is everyone, right?
(John, not me, bungee jumping at Victoria Falls, Zambia)
If I’m honest, what I’m really afraid of is losing control. At least the illusion of control.
