My firsts often begin with fear.
A distressing emotion
an imagined threat
It took me several weeks to get brave enough to fill up my car with gas when I got my license. What if I do it wrong and I have to ask someone for help? What if I forget to take out the nozzle and drive away ruining the pump- as a friend had done. Necessity forced my hand, and I gave my beat up red car a drink with no major mishaps. The next time the fear only a twinge in my gut.
I had met my husband before I was brave enough to go through a fast food drive-through. The fear of the unknown making me park and walk into the restaurant every time. “You’re a dork!” he said. “I’ll talk you through it.” Wanting to impress him, I did.Continue Reading