Had an interesting experience last week. Went to a rock climbing gym and took their intro course. Such an endeavor calls up a number of my fears. Heights, social interaction, looking like an idiot, etc. etc.
But I went anyway, cause I've been ranting at Sarah so much about facing fears and I don't actively TRY to be a hypocrite, so...
I went.
And every time some fear popped up in my head, I just pushed it away. I dismissed it. I said to myself, "I'm not obligated to follow through with non-productive thoughts," and I turned my attention back to what I was doing.
There was something in my head that kept saying that I was not facing my fear, that I wasn't being honest in the way I went about it, but you know what? That's a bunch of bullshit. I went. I exposed myself as a rank beginner. I put on the rental shoes and strapped into the genitalia scrunching harness. I listened to the instructor. I did what I was told. I ignored the cooler folks arrayed around me, hop, skipping and jumping up the wall, and I did what I could do. I climbed.
And it was seriously fucking fun.
John 1 - Fear 0
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