What scares us? I don’t mean in the
monster-under-the-bed way, or in the obvious serial-killers-are-terrifying
way. I mean the everyday fears
that actually hold us back from things.
Take, for example, bathing
suits. Many of us find them to be
at least somewhat anxiety-provoking.
We fear the exposure. We
fear the social pressure. We fear
the mirror. We fear some kind of
referendum on our characters based on the evidence of our bodies. We cannot let this fear keep us from
splashing in the waves and playing with our kids and enjoying waterskiing,
boating, tubing, sliding, surfing, or paddleboarding. Heck, we can’t let it keep us from building sand castles.
Or maybe the issue is
competition. We hesitate to join
the team because no one has ever let us out of right field before. What if we strike out? What if we lose? We are grown ups: we can go out to pizza afterwards
anyway if we want. Are we really
playing for the trophy? I doubt
it. It’s about friends and running
around and dirt and sweat and, be honest, Otter Pops. Winning is fun, sure, but so is learning to play better, to
learn the strategies, to cheer and encourage even when things go wrong.
Let’s do just a little bit of
what scares us—go a little farther, a little faster, a little more out there
than we have before. That’s where
the growth happens, the excitement, the good story.