Tag Archives: Feel the Fear

Feel the fear and jump out of a plane (with words)

Hello! Hello! It’s me…  I’m sorry I vanished for a week without telling you all about the JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE business. It turns out that a month of full-on fear facing is EXHAUSTING and last week was spent in the Priory. Only joking, I was just tired and busy and not capable of putting together a good post. I am happy to report I am now back on glittering form. Ha!

So, where were we?

Well, many of you will have seen this picture:

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it looks like I’m having the time of my life, right? Well, I wasn’t. Despite the crazy grin on my face (the result of gale force winds) I absolutely HATED it. I know, I know! Sorry to end the month on a downer but it’s the truth.

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Feel the fear and stalk Chris Evans. Badly.

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Right, my last post was miserable and self-indulgent. I have now pulled myself together.

At the end of said miserable and self-indulgent post I explained that I’ve added ‘Take Chris Evans for lunch’ to my fear list.

Now it’s not because Chris Evans is scary. I don’t think he is. Quite the opposite. I read his two autobiographies in the summer and I thought he was fantastic. His enthusiasm, energy and wit are infectious. I also found him very wise. I recommend that everyone read the books if you need an positivity injection.

Anyway, I’ve since started listening to his breakfast show (even though it means listening to more Elton John than I’d really like), and I’ve been telling friends how much I’d love to meet him…

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Feel the fear and go to the hospital AND the dentist on the most miserable day of the year

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So yesterday was something called ‘Blue Monday’ – one of those made up days meant to depict the fact that it’s the middle of January, the New Year’s resolutions have been abandoned and life is generally crap.

A great day, then, to face not one but two of my fears – going to the hospital to get a mole checked out and getting my fillings done.

Who says the universe doesn’t have a sense of humour?

First up was the hospital appointment – which I’d not been dreading so much as completely ignoring.

A bit of background: when I was 18, I had a dodgy mole on the inside of my left calf, which turned out to be a malignant melanoma – one of the most serious types of skin cancer.

It was a very scary time. I was meant to be starting university but instead I was in hospital having a sizeable chunk of my leg removed while the word cancer was being thrown around.

I didn’t realise it at the time – my parents didn’t tell me – but the kind I had is fatal in about a third of cases.

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Feel the fear and love your fridge

A few people have been asking me the very reasonable question of whether my daring deeds are making me feel happier and more confident. The answer is, I don’t know. Right now, they’re making me feel tired.

But on the whole it’s been good.

The main benefit has been that I don’t have time to over-analyse little things as I normally do. I wake up every morning and think ‘God, what is it today?’ (It’s karaoke tonight) and just get on with it. Well, sort of. I panic a bit but it’s getting less with each day.

Last week parallel parking was freaking me out but compared to getting your kit off for strangers, it’s a breeze.  I’ve noticed little changes too: I’ve been sending off important emails in seconds, instead of faffing for hours as I usually do.

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How Post-its can change your life

I’ve just walked around the block, talking to myself. I told myself that I’m strong and capable and that good things are coming my way. I assured myself that I handle everything with calm and ease and that money comes to me easily and effortlessly. I’ve repeated, about 80 times, ‘It’s all happening perfectly.’

I am now sitting at a desk, surrounded by these:

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Yup. I’ve finally lost it. I’m fallen down the self-help rabbit hole – and we’re only in week two.

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