Let’s talk about how, up until recently, I needed to hold my nose when I’m underwater.
Yes, like a toddler learning to swim. Let’s start with that. I’m not a great swimmer. Let’s just say I faced my fair share of teasing from my peers at pool parties in high school. I would always need to plug my nose while trying to form the perfect cannonball to get the boys’ attention. Obviously, holding my nose wasn’t the only thing that made me unsuccessful with the opposite sex as a teenager.
But I digress. As an adult, I tried for years to remedy this situation. I practiced in the bathtub. For years I said no to activities I’ve always dreamed of doing, like learning to surf and scuba dive. Every time I’d get close to learning to dive, I’d have a nightmare that someone would accidentally kick off my mask and I’d inhale water and drown.
However, since starting this blog and consistently pushing myself out of my comfort zone, I’ve become a huge proponent of facing my fears. Now I relish the opportunity to say yes to things that terrify me. Bring it on, am I right? (more…)