On May 6, 2011, I turned 29. About a month before that I realized I had spent most of my 20’s dominated by fear. I based my decision, both good and bad, on fear; my limitations were directed by fear. In looking back I became the kind of pissed at myself that only a bag of cookies could ease.
Through my peanut butter chocolate chip haze, I attempted to figure out how to fix all this, but then got so scared that I wouldn’t be able to and I popped open the bottle of Malbec in my wine rack. When I expressed my frustration to my husband, he gave me sage advice:
1. Put down the chocolate (My go-to bad day food).
2. Wine will not heal all wounds (I disagree).
3. You should look for tiny ways everyday to take risks. It’s the only way to really stop being so scared (I hate it when he’s right).
That got me thinking and I decided right there that I was not going to enter my 30’s being afraid all the time, that I was going to spend everyday of my 29th year taking risks. And just to make sure I didn’t chicken out, I decided to put it all out there for the world to see.
Cross your fingers that I come out of this sane and without a police record.