When we’re very little we might be afraid to cross the street but we learn to look both ways then bravely continue. We get a bit older and we find ourselves thinking about dating. Initially the dreamy part of it all is exciting but the actual act of holding another’s hand in that way can be terrifying. We leave the structure of formal education where good results are measured by a high score on a test and enter the workplace to find that education may have gotten us here but this is a whole different ballgame. I think it’s about that time when fear can either get the best of us or propel us into new people, more than the sum of our experiences thus far.

Some may be overcome by that fear and not be able to take the steps out of that comfort zone you speak of. You know people like that. They’ll take the easy road, the acceptable position, their place in the herd. They may lead a happy life, be quite content …and never know what they might have missed.

I think there is often a subtle difference between fear and excitment and one often works off the other, giving us the willingness and ability to to make an ass of ourselves as Alan notes or experience the excitement of life Samantha knows.

When I think of what I fear it’s not failing at work, I’ve done that just a shade fewer times than I’ve succeeded. It’s not scary movies, the unknown or things that go bump in the night. It’s much more basic than that but more terrifying than anything I can think of.

You mentioned dying alone.

I don’t think we have to be married to make it all work but sharing our lives with someone else can make all the difference in the world. While so many things will change as we work our way through life, having someone along for your ride and you for theirs makes all the difference.

When we were very little we might have been afraid to cross the street. Now we don’t think twice about it. We got over holding hands as we explored relationships and moved along to the highs and lows that those things afford us. In business we learn that the only thing that really matters is people.

So then we find that hand we’ve held all along the way the only thing we fear losing. That’s my scary.

When we’re very little we might be afraid to cross the street but we learn to look both ways then bravely continue. We get a bit older and we find ourselves thinking about dating. Initially the dreamy part of it all is exciting but the actual act of holding another’s hand in that way can be terrifying. We leave the structure of formal education where good results are measured by a high score on a test and enter the workplace to find that education may have gotten us here but this is a whole different ballgame. I think it’s about that time when fear can either get the best of us or propel us into new people, more than the sum of our experiences thus far.

Some may be overcome by that fear and not be able to take the steps out of that comfort zone you speak of. You know people like that. They’ll take the easy road, the acceptable position, their place in the herd. They may lead a happy life, be quite content …and never know what they might have missed.

I think there is often a subtle difference between fear and excitment and one often works off the other, giving us the willingness and ability to to make an ass of ourselves as Alan notes or experience the excitement of life Samantha knows.

When I think of what I fear it’s not failing at work, I’ve done that just a shade fewer times than I’ve succeeded. It’s not scary movies, the unknown or things that go bump in the night. It’s much more basic than that but more terrifying than anything I can think of.

You mentioned dying alone.

I don’t think we have to be married to make it all work but sharing our lives with someone else can make all the difference in the world. While so many things will change as we work our way through life, having someone along for your ride and you for theirs makes all the difference.

When we were very little we might have been afraid to cross the street. Now we don’t think twice about it. We got over holding hands as we explored relationships and moved along to the highs and lows that those things afford us. In business we learn that the only thing that really matters is people.

So then we find that hand we’ve held all along the way the only thing we fear losing. That’s my scary.

Mine can fall in that camp. Fear of no one liking my writing, so this novel I’m scribbling is nothing but a waste of time. Fear of failure. Fear of being a bad dad, so when Jack goes nuts when he’s older, people will point at me and cluck, “Really screwed that up, didn’t he?”

Thing is, being willing to make an ass of yourself is when the magic happens. Because you no longer care about being judged. And you can just totally be you.
.-= Alan´s last blog ..That Blue Twitter Bird Works Blue, Too. =-.

Mine can fall in that camp. Fear of no one liking my writing, so this novel I’m scribbling is nothing but a waste of time. Fear of failure. Fear of being a bad dad, so when Jack goes nuts when he’s older, people will point at me and cluck, “Really screwed that up, didn’t he?”

Thing is, being willing to make an ass of yourself is when the magic happens. Because you no longer care about being judged. And you can just totally be you.
.-= Alan´s last blog ..That Blue Twitter Bird Works Blue, Too. =-.