Friday, November 02, 2007


I am afraid. Afraid of lots of little things and some big things. I don't like feeling like I am afraid of anything. I vividly recall being the girl who rode her horse no hands, arms outstretched was not afraid. How did I become the woman who is a little skittish? I can think of a few reasons...the reality of becoming a parent and worrying about your babies and being there for them, a body that doesn't bounce back quite like it used to, a husband with a job that asks him to risk a lot, but the reality of all these things is that they shouldn't make me afraid. I am the queen of rationalization. I can come up with good reason for just about anything. I refuse to come up with a good reason for this. I can manage risk, but I won't live afraid. To that end. Thank you #2 for rock climbing yesterday with me. I didn't make it to the top, but I did go half way twice and that I believe qualifies as fatigue more than fear.

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