Feel your Fears; do ’em Anyways

by namskies

Never allow your fears to dictate you.

Feet planted firmly on the ground, my heart racing in the worst of ways. Palms drenched with cold sweats and whining at seven hundred words per minute. This is nothing new for me, though. It’s actually a common occurrence.

My fear of heights is truly more of a paralysis. At a young age, I would have referred to this fear as debilitating. I would be clenching the backseat of our Firebird when driving over suspended highways. I’d force family members to stay barred behind gates with me, watching everyone having the best of times on any Roller Coaster imaginable. I hated to travel because the idea of flying did not sit well with me at all.

But, as I grew older, I recziplineognized that I’d hate to allow this irrational fear to stop me from having once-in-a-lifetime experiences. Once I started to realize this, I made a concious effort to shove myself out of my comfort zone.

Within the past few years, I have done things that I never would have imagined myself doing as a kid. I’ve climbed all 1776 stairs up the CN Tower (with hesitation, of course), and I’ve ziplined through rainforrests in Puerto Rico (complaining the entire time). I’ve sat alone in the air for 13 hours straight making my way to Tokyo (with the help of a few Rye and Gingers), and I’ve been able to walk on the Great Wall of China (though I was convinced I would collapse gwocat any moment).

I’m not saying that I’ve conquered my fear of heights, by any means. I still get anxious at the thought of it. My palms still sweat and me knees will lock up, but I really do try to talk myself out of it. I’d be really disappointed if I was limited in all I do because of an irrational fear.  

At the end of the day, there is nothing more satisfying than challenging yourself, and pushing your own limits.

Give it a shot, sometime.