Tag: fear

Fact checking

Fact checking

I’ve been doing this Hinterland thing for five months now. (Let’s all mark our calendars for the inevitable breakdown that will occur when we arrive at the six month mark and I freak out about not achieving every goal I’ve ever had in life. It’ll be fun!) Whenever I run into someone who knows a bit about what I’m up to these days, they ask, “So, are you enjoying that?” And to almost everyone, I offer the same response: “Kind of!”

I’m not jumping up and down about it. I’m not walking around in sackcloth and ashes. I’m in … Continue reading

Quieting the question factory

Quieting the question factory

Remember when I proclaimed February as the month of Fear/Worry/Robotic Shoulder Tension? I thought I was going to write about the solutions—things like yoga and prayer and walking more than 2,000 steps a day. But as it turns out, I’m going to start by writing about one of the problems.

Surprisingly, one of the problems is writing.

Sometimes writing feels like being on Oprah when she gives away the cars and the vacations and the elixirs that make you look 18 again. But most other times, writing feels like running a self-indulgent marathon. In the Sahara. In a parka.

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Without fear of falling

Without fear of falling

 

If you’ve known me for longer than 5 minutes, you know that I have the coordination of a newborn fawn. There really doesn’t need to be anything on the ground for me to trip over; so long as there’s air around I’ll get the job done on my own. For some reason, this has never inhibited my desire to do things which are clearly outside of my realm of giftedness. Things like biking (fell down a hill), skiing (fell down multiple snow-covered hills), rollerblading (fell down a freshly-graveled hill), sledding (knocked unconscious in my backyard after…you guessed it!…falling down … Continue reading