A friend of mine asked me for advice. She’s flying across the country soon and she’s afraid of flying. Since I was a “seasoned flyer,” did I have any tips that might help?
Though I’m loath to admit it, flying scares the crap out of me. I’m 30,000 feet in the air inside a huge hunk of metal that remains airborne only by the marvel of mechanical engineering and a proper maintenance schedule. But I do like to travel and the fastest way to traverse large distances is to get on a plane and hope that the engine, the electrical systems, the landing gear, and the rivets holding everything together have all been thoroughly checked and maintained. Preferably just before I boarded. Yes, it scares me, but I’ve gotten used to it. And I’ve devised a habit to ease my fear. I meditate upon take-off and landing (statistically the most likely time for a problem). Without fail, every single time. It makes me feel better to do this. It makes me feel a little more in control. An illusion perhaps, but isn’t life?
Ultimately, my advice to her was do it and keep doing it, because you can.
Which brings me to the point of this post. As I conveyed my “seasoned” wisdom to my friend, it occurred to me that maybe I should apply similar advice to other aspects of my life. Like blogging. That really scares the crap out of me, too. The whole time I’m writing a post, I’m thinking; someone might actually read this blog, and worse, they might think my writing completely sucks.* Which is why my first blogging attempts consisted of seven posts over the course of nine months.
We are all afraid of something. And mostly, it’s the doing it anyway that sees us through. Eleanor Roosevelt said, “Do the thing you think you cannot do.” She also said, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” Sometimes that may be just getting out of bed.
So read away citizens of the internet. Or not. The blogosphere is a mighty big place. However, if you should stumble upon this page – hellooo – I’m here, still afraid of sucking, but writing anyway.
Because I can.
*I’m also terrified of crossing bridges. Interesting that the common denominator seems to be falling, whether out of the sky, over water, or on my face.