Ohhh boy. Woke up yesterday morning knowing that I had to do a fear blog because…. well… today is Friday! I had no clue what to do. I have enough fears, I suppose. But none of them (except for one) are paralyzing fears.
My friends who have known me for at least a couple of years – or those who have had the privilege of living with me – know this fear to be my biggest. Their funniest, but my absolute nightmare.
I think I developed this fear when I was around 12 or 13 years old. The movie Arachnophobia came out. My neighbor was scared senseless. I was bound and determined that i was going to show her what I was made of. I was one brave chick! So I watched it over…. and over…. and over… and over again. Until I fully understood EXACTLY why she was so afraid. And it stuck.
So yesterday morning, I decided. I know my fears may be puny – but these silly Friday blogs aren’t really just about me. They’re also about my readers. I want you guys and gals to take steps outside of your comfort zone to meet your fears .
In my case, last night wasn’t so much about overcoming any fear because I think a fear of spiders is something of a rational fear. In this case, it’s more about not letting anything get in the way of your dreams and your passion. Not a little spider, not a big snake, not fear of failure and not even yourself.
You’ll have to excuse my appearance. My hair had been under a scrub cap all day and I had to consume 2 glasses of wine and eat a Rice Krispie ® Treat the size of Texas before I even worked up the gumption to walk out the door. When I got to the place (which will remain nameless due to their less than ethical purchasing strategies… hey, it’s the only place around that had a tarantula. Back off. I didn’t buy anything.) the associate was with another customer and I had another 30 minutes of pure hell waiting around to hold a creature that I’m fairly certain was spewed from the mouth of Satan himself. My. Nerves. Were. Shot.
I told the associate of my plight to face my fear of spiders. I told him I wanted to hold one of the tarantulas at which he said, “on one condition. When I put this on you, you can NOT throw it if you get freaked out.” Done. The mission had begun. I began to feel my nerves actually calm knowing this venture was coming to a close. That is, until he opened the first container and said, “Ummm no. That one won’t work. Any time they pull their fangs up like that – I’m not messing with them.” I’m sorry… THEIR WHAT?! It’s ok. It’s clearly for the best that I didn’t do proper research before I had an 8-legged hairy monster crawling on my arm.
The second monster seems less peeved. Up and over… and…. ohmygoditsonmyarm!!!!!!!!!!! Breathing. Be very still. Don’t let the monster know you’re scared. They sense fear. They like the taste of fear. The monster most surely is going to bite me. Ok, you may now remove the monster from my arm.
As it turns out, the monster liked me. It’s when it had to trade hands to the associate that it decided to bite… him. Poor sucka.
Go do something that makes you grow!!!