Yesterday I got out on a paddle board for the first time. It felt so good to be up on the water but when I looked down into the river, I got a little scared.
I have grown up on the beach but I have always been afraid of deep water because I am afraid of what swims below me while I float above. I don't like the unknown. My logical mind knows that any fish that swims below does not look at me like dinner but I can't help but feel the panic most of the time, when swimming in deep water.
As I paddled I had the internal battle of exhilaration and fear, wanting to go faster but afraid I may fall, wanting to try a little yoga but fear I may fall. As I paddled back to shore and rationalized with myself "what's really the worst that could happen?" I had a realization.
I don't want to allow fear to stop me from experiencing adventures in life.
The battle continues, I will let you know how I make out.