Today I watched a documentary about horror movies on Netflix with Bradley. It was interesting to see what has scared us historically as a society. Sometimes it was the 'different" looking aliens, sometimes the unknown monster out in the woods, and the worst, the villain among us. Watching scary movies is a way to control our fears. It allows you to safely face demons and serial killers. Right in the safety of your home. With popcorn.
But it got me thinking about what scares me. My fears and the scary things lurking in this brain. I am afraid of the usuals...my kids going through pain or sadness. I am afraid of heights which includes bridges and roofs and anything above the 5th floor. I am afraid of snakes. I am afraid of Tracy Miller finding a better, younger, easier to live with Karen (facing that one on a daily). I am afraid of kids falling through bleachers. And deep water. Oh, and getting kicked in the chest by a horse. And cows.
Man, I am a freak. But on a braver note, I am not afraid to die, I think. I am not afraid to be alone, although I really, really like being with my Miller. Too much. I am not afraid of pain. And I am not afraid to stand up by myself and believe in something whether it is God, breastfeeding, or my hatred for immunizations. I am not afraid to love and hope. I will still give my heart away. As I have said before, courage is not the absence of fear, but what you do in its presence. Yeah, I'll give my heart away. :)
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