Granted, in my considerable collection of phobias, there are many fears that are larger, but conquering this particular one seemed fairly simple. Over the course of a few weeks, I'd arranged for a ride on a Honda Gold Wing, another on something called a "crotch rocket," and a few laps around my neighborhood on the best looking Harley I've ever seen.
By forcing myself outside of my comfort zone, I not only have a checkmark on my list of fears to overcome, but I also have a new interest.
And just one small burn scar on my calf from a hot exhaust pipe.
Next up to conquer were guns. Although handguns don't frighten me as much as rifles, they intimidate me something fierce. But all it took was a couple sessions of shooting, and I went from being frightened to being so enamored with the sport that if I had money to burn, I could make it my passion.
It's funny how so many of us complain about monotony and bemoan our routine lives, but it is always within our power to change things up a bit. Instead of letting our fears stop us, I'm starting to think we should use them as a map for what to take on next.
I'm as bad as the next person about indulging myself. If something hurts, I avoid it, even if the something that hurts is good for me. If it's a little uncomfortable or frightening, I want to quickly give up. I'd feel sorry for myself and give myself permission for all sorts of lazy behavior instead of searching out opportunities to be curious and adventurous and try something new.
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