Back in the Saddle

11 Mar

When I was a little girl my parents told me not to touch the stove burner. This of course made me want to touch it all the more so I promptly put my hand on the electric orange rings. Needless to say, I never did that again.

It’s interesting how when we don’t know any better, we simply have no fear. It’s only when we have an experience with hurt and danger (or at least some idea of it) that we start to hesitate or pause when it comes to doing certain things.

For those of you that follow my blog, you may know that recently, my surf board hit me in the hit for the first time. Prior to that, I didn’t have any real fear of surfing. I knew intellectually that I could get hurt but I didn’t have a visceral sense of it. But when the board hit me, I got quite shaken up.

This whole incident though made me think about how fragile and susceptible we are to fear. In fact, one of the things I love about surfing, is that it has helped me with my incessant fears. Whenever I find myself feeling free floating anxiety, I paddle out and the water seems to wash it away. So, you can imagine my dismay when the very thing that calms me down suddenly became a source of anxiety. Hmmmm.

So how do we combat fear (other than by re-establishing neurological patterns and pressing into God)? How do we retain a healthy dose of fear yet not become paralyzed by it? And how do we ensure that we don’t abort that which is life affirming for us?

I don’t know. I just know that today, I got back in the saddle.

I’m not sure we can always prevent falling flat on our faces either metaphorically or literally. It is part of life and often how we learn and grow. There is one thing I do know though. Despite all the danger life entails, I want to ride waves, I want to love and I want to live. Otherwise, I might as well be six feet under.

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