Coming Alive by Embracing Fear

September 11, 2014 4:53 PM

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Coming Alive by Embracing Fear

I'm terrified of deep water. I've been scared of it since I was a little kid. I imagined a lot of icky stuff lurking below, deciding whether to just nibble my toes first or swallow me whole. Even the damn seaweed scared the bejeezus out of me. I always kept my feet near the surface, thinking it lessened my chances of being attacked. Still, when I get into water, any body of water will do, the panic is still there; sometimes it's just a fluttering under my skin like a moth bumping into a lampshade while other times it hits with the force of a flock of birds ascending into flight. All that deep unknown is about as terrifying as anything I can think off.

My husband, however, is the opposite. I'm convinced he was a fish in his former life. When we were dating, I always stayed happily in the boat while he waterskied and kept my ten toes in the shallow end of the pool. However, when we got married and went on our honeymoon, he made me do something that...

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