I meant to write this post yesterday and post it last night, because all the “how to be a good blogger” articles say to post at consistent times, and I usually post on Tuesdays. But then I decided to do yoga instead (out of character, I know), so once again, I’m not doing things the good bloggers do. Guess how much I care.
Anyway, I’m continuing on with Kristin’s Ten Day You Challenge. (P.S. If you don’t read Kristin’s blog, do it! She’s training for an Ironman. I’m exhausted just reading her training recaps). I didn’t really want to write today’s post, because fears are… scary. And I don’t want to think about them. But I have to write this one to get to to “seven wants,” and my materialistic side wants to write that one, so here it goes.
1. Mice. Is there a worse creature? If there is, I don’t want to know about it. Every fall, my poor husband endures my nagging until I’m sure he has stuffed steel wool into every possible place a mouse could maybe consider getting into our house. If one ever gets in, I am moving out. Because ick. (Also, I really hope no student ever reads this and uses this information for evil purposes.)
This is not a realistic depiction of the horror that is mice.
2. Losing someone I love. I have been fortunate in my almost-29 years on this planet, as I have not lost anyone close to me. Although I know it is a natural part of life, I don’t want to deal with it. Ever. On that same note —
3. Losing a student. This is, unfortunately, something that I have experienced. And it’s dreadful, and it hurts, and I want it to never happen again.
4. Conflict. It might seem crazy to list this as a fear, but it really is. I hate conflict and try to avoid it at all costs… which usually then just makes more conflict. And yet I just keep repeating this cycle, because I am smart.
5. Regret. I fear that one day, I’ll wake up and be 85 years old and have a long list of “I wish I would’ves.” So I’m trying to go places, and experience things, and build and foster relationships, so that fear never becomes reality.
6. Failure. This goes hand-in-hand with my fear of having regrets. My fear of failure keeps me from taking certain risks… but then not taking them leads to regret. So… something to work on.
7. Parenting. I’ve mentioned before that, at least right now, I don’t want kids. Along with just not wanting them, I have a healthy fear of being a parent. Kids are easy to screw up. And they are mildly terrifying, too.
8. Any story from those horrible Dateline special features. You know the ones: “A quiet little town. A warm summer night. An open window, and a woman home alone… who was never seen again.” Seriously, that crap is spine-chilling… and that’s what I don’t like it when Jordan goes out of town.
What are some of your fears (rational or irrational)?