I discovered something last night as I was lying in bed. I am not afraid of heights, as I always thought. Come to it, I like heights. I like roller coasters, ferris wheels, hiking, repelling, rock climbing and any other form of getting as high up as possible.
I am afraid of falling.
This may not sound like much difference, but to me it is huge. If I can overcome my fear of dropping from a high place [which, lets face it, isnt likely to happen] I can make all sorts of progress. And do a lot more fun stuff.
When I was younger I used to have a dream, that falling dream, you know? But in it Iwas walking across a fallen tree over a canyon. I would fall halfway across and then, as I was falling, I would loop, sort of. I would fall from the sky back on to the branch I was walking on and I would start all over.
I can see now it was talking about me not being able to change my situation, or my frustration with it. How I felt helpless and trapped.
But then I thought it was me being afraid of heights.
Well. Interesting discovery, isn't it?
What are you afraid of?
In case you are interested, the picture I selected is the sun setting from the top of a bluff on my favorite river to canoe. Its called Goat Bluff and it is the highest place on the river, if you turn the right direction you can see for miles and miles on the river. Its a strenuous hike, but gorgeous.