Fear
The bank I worked for was big on training, so they frequently sent me to workshops. I remember one workshop in particular because the instructor asked us to write down one of our fears and then decide what we could do to overcome it.
My fear was flying.
I had been flying most of my life, but I was always afraid the plane would crash. I think part of my fear came from not understanding how airplanes could stay in the air.
So I wrote down three things I could do to face my fear: ride in a hot air balloon, fly in a glider and go parasailing.
Now, I had absolutely no intention of doing any of them!
But I had put the idea into my consciousness.
First came hot air ballooning. My first ride was in Perris, California, and I loved it. Later, I went ballooning over the wine country in France and then over a suburb of San Diego. There was almost no sense of movement. It was just pure fun.
A few years later, I decided to try a glider.
Gliders are small and very confined. I sat in the front with the pilot behind me. A tow plane pulled us into the air, and the pilot actually let me release us from the tow plane.
I remember asking him, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
Apparently, he was!
Years later, I took another glider ride. This time I even asked the pilot to stall the plane. After all that, I decided gliding wasn't nearly as glamorous as the movies made it look.
Then came parasailing in Puerto Vallarta.
That was definitely the scariest of the three.
I thought I had to hold on the entire time and didn't realize I was safely strapped in. I held on so tightly that my fingernails dug into my hands. It wasn't until I was coming down that the guys told me I could let go.
When I landed, people on the beach came over and told me how brave I was.
I'm glad I did it.
Would I do it again?
Probably not!
But here's what I learned.
Before all of this, I would have two drinks before getting on an airplane and another two drinks during the flight.
Today, I may still have some fearful thoughts when I fly, but fear doesn't control me the way it once did. I ask God, my Higher Self or the Universe to protect the plane, the pilots and everyone on board—and then I trust.
Facing a fear doesn't necessarily mean the fear completely disappears.
It means you stop letting the fear make your decisions for you.
I faced mine and discovered it wasn't nearly as bad as I had imagined.
What fear is keeping you from doing something you really want to do?
Maybe it's time to face it.
Until next time, Dr. Gerrie
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