Day 10: Something you're afraid of.
(or, "Something of which you are afraid...")
Clearly it is not alienating my few readers with unnecessary grammatical corrections.
I am afraid of falling. Many people describe this as a fear of heights, but I do not fear heights. As you already know, I have been at least 7,500 feet above sea level (the top of the Grand Canyon), and it was really not frightening at all. I have been all over the mountains of West Virginia and was not scared at any point because of my high elevation.
BOO!
No, what I fear is falling from said heights. There was one point during the Grand Canyon visit where we were taking a picture right on the edge of the rim, and I really just couldn't take standing that close to certain death-by-smashing-into-rocks. I ended up in a sort of posed half-kneel like they make you do in softball team photos. It made me feel safer...
I have tried overcoming this fear, especially because it is currently prohibiting me from riding awesome water slides and I am tired of missing out. I've made it 2/3 up the stairs in a very slow-moving line to go down a giant slide at the nearest water park, and I turned around and walked back down. I did the theme park walk of shame past over a hundred people on a cramped staircase, and I did not care because I knew that if I finished that climb, only death awaited me. I have also chickened out from rappelling 10 stinking feet because I couldn't trust the rope and harness to hold me.
But! I have made progress. I can now climb a rock wall without panicking, and then rappel back down with ease (I think the starting on the ground and not going unreasonably high helps a lot). I have always been okay with riding airplanes, and I am going to conquer my fear of falling off of a water slide platform this summer. Pray for me there, because I'm still partially convinced that this might be the death of me.



