I scream, panic and otherwise flip-out about spiders.
And, this morning, I almost ate one.
I blame multi-tasking.
I break every wellness rule when it comes to eating food slowly, graciously and thankfully. I’m usually scarfing down and nibbling while looking at a computer screen with one eyeball and a fork full of food with the other.
I shovel and type.
Chew and surf.
In between typing/chewing/surfing this morning, as I reached for my spoon and dove in for the very last bite of cereal, I spotted out of the corner of my eye, a not-so-tiny spider. IN MY BOWL.
I have been known to cry at the sight of a spider.
I have jumped, scurried and scampered out of the way.
I have left rooms, well, actually, screamed for bloody murder, running out of rooms — not caring that I was naked.
I have stomped, squashed and smothered spiders to their death.
Just because I am afraid.
Of what?
Oh, I don’t know, blood sucking teeth, maybe?
Believe me, I know, it is totally and utterly irrational.
But, this morning, I am happy to admit, I didn’t panic. I didn’t scream.
And, I didn’t eat that spider.
I spotted it just in time, picked up my bowl, showed it to Justin and then poured it down the sink to its final demise.
What can I say?
It’s not perfect, but it is progress.
I’m working on these fears of mine, as I learn to be lovemore and fearless for my head, heart, body — and the the soul of the spider universe too.
Maybe I should be committed, but instead I will say this: I am committing to digging into this topic even further, starting with this book by Susan Jeffers:
Feel the Fear . . . and Do It Anyway
In the meantime, please feel free to share…
What have you done to overcome your fears?
