Have you ever gone to bed with the light on?
It’s what happens when you’re a 21-year-old me, having stayed up till 2 a.m. to finish a suspense novel. And when it so happens that the main character (a single young woman) wakes up to find some psychopath leering over her bed even though the deadbolt was fastened and the windows were locked. Shiver.
Fear can drive us to the brink of the ridiculous. (As above.)
But sometimes, fear isn’t silly in the light of day. It’s toxic. And it’s a toxin we don’t even know we’re ingesting.
It can keep us from sending that letter, having that conversation, making that new friend, letting go of the familiar. It’s scary to leave the kiddie end and head for deep water. You know, the 9 foot end where the diving board is. That end. Oh, yes, we’re going there. To the not safe, the less-than-sure bet, the downright scary.
Is there a way to flip fear on it’s ugly head? If we pick up our towels and head for the deep end, will we thrash and drown? Sometimes, it takes just one person being brave even when they’re scared.
Could we do that? Who knows what kind of chain reaction we might trigger?