I’m trying to take my daughter’s advice. Six months ago when I went to France she told me to heed Eleanor Roosevelt’s advice: “Do something you are afraid to do every day.”
On that trip, I went to a topless beach (and remained “topfull”, but wore a bikini for the first time ever) and spoke terrible French to any passerby who was kind enough to indulge me.
Recently, I went indoor skydiving at iFLY and drove a snowmobile for the first time ever on a glacier in Iceland.
Those things still sound scary to me, so I get what Eleanor means. I had a rush of pride when I accomplished those things. But my day-to-day list of scary things, can be tame.
- Calling people for money
- Going door-to-door for anything
- Trying on bathing suits
- Driving into the “Big City” to a place I’ve never been (just made my hubby take me last Tuesday!)
- Getting a whole new hairstyle
- Eating bugs…on purpose
- Riding a motorcycle (nope never did it…may have to do with a terrible accident from law school)
- Riding a bike in traffic
- Using power tools
- Posting harsh political points of view on the Interwebs
On the one hand, based on this list, I could do something scary every single day. On the other hand, I’ve done all those things except the motorcycle (I did do a moped on an island once and cried the entire time I was driving, does that count?) but they still scare me.
I’m not quite sure what Eleanor is trying to tell me. Perhaps I need to contact her through a medium, like Theresa Caputo. But that’s too scary.
Oh, and Eleanor never said that, so I’m off the hook.
“You Just have to Laugh…..”
©2017 Cathy Sikorski