So, I looked up the meaning of fearless...I am wondering if that really is what I want to be...fearless I mean. It says ...without fear; bold or brave; intrepid. I'm not sure I want to be bold or brave or even intrepid. I would settle for not "shaking in my boots." I would like to be able to conquer some things that I am scared to do...not things that I am scared of and do not enjoy doing but rather things that I do enjoy, or may enjoy if I wasn't too frightened to try them.
A friend who happens to be a nudist suggested that I be fearless about being naked...I see no reason to do that. I barely take my clothes off to shower. Same friend suggested I learn to fly a plane...again I hate flying...so this isn't something I want to do...I fly when I have to which I think is very brave..no reason for the pilot's license. I don't need to eat bugs or drink disgusting concoctions of other gross things. Rather, I would like to be not crippled with fear over mundane things that my children and my grandson can do. He is two, almost three now and he loves to ride the flume ride at Busch Gardens and I am not ready for him to know what a 'fraidy cat his Gigi really is...so I ride the flume ride. He screams with joy and I just scream. He wants to walk across the two story high rope ladder so we do but I crawl on my hands and knees behind him...mumbling "We can do it!"
I am truly amazed by him.
So, I wanted to start a blog and I have...Go Me!
I want to get a Tattoo, just like my daughter's...haven't yet...( hubby not happy about that choice) but I will.
I want to learn to scuba dive.
I want to build a "green" home on our property in Virginia...okay it's not fear but rather fear of lack of money that is holding me back on that one.
I would like to hike down to the bottom of the grand canyon.
I would like to keep up with the grandson...'cause he is fearless.