Monday, June 11, 2012
It might be an exam, a confrontation with a partner or a co-worker, a physical test (something as simple as going back to the gym after we've been away for a while), when we send out our babies - our work, our children, our friends - into the great, big, scary world.
It's the anticipation that's tricky, figuring out where the balance is between being prepared and scaring ourselves to death!
I haven't figured it out yet.
Although I try not to fret about things that haven't yet happened, I don't always succeed. And I find that I mostly don't succeed when I'm tired or overworked or not eating well or not getting any exercise or am not able to do the things I love: spending time with friends and family, a little (okay, not so little) shopping, reading, walking on the beach.
The biggest problem is that, at least for me, I tend to worry just as much about things that are going to be fine, things that have been fine in the past, things that aren't likely to go wrong, as I do about things that have a potential to be truly frightening. And the trouble with this is that this type of worrying is debilitating.
The other day I was walking down the street near my house worrying about the busy week I had ahead of me when I saw this poster - a bigger than life-size bus shelter poster. I'd never heard of this movie, still haven't for that matter, but I fell in love with this girl. She's the girl I want to be - with BRAVE in capital letters above my head.
She's my new screensaver and I show her - she's also on my phone - to everyone. I'm convinced that all I have to do is think about her - whoever she is, whatever her name is - and I'll be braver.
At least I hope so.