Welcome to the Fears, Tears and Belly Laughs series!
While I’m on holidays, I’ve asked some very special bloggers to share a story based on one of the prompts and wow wee, what a great line up!
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First up, we have Lisa from Write Like You Mean It. Lisa is a WA-based midwife, writer and blogger as well as mum to three boys. She can be often be found kid-wrangling, reading the latest crime novel and catching babies as they come into the world.
Hello there, Grace has kindly asked for volunteers to write about Fears, Tears or Laughs. I have placed my hand timidly in the air to talk about fear.
There has been one fear that has ruled my whole life. I am terrified of heights. I stand on a step-ladder and I feel dizzy. I walk onto a bridge and I feel like throwing up.
I have tried all sorts of things to cure my fear. I have jumped out of a perfectly good plane and sky dived 12,000 feet. I still walk tentatively across wooden bridges while some young idiot is swinging the bridge and defying gravity at the same time. I have completed tree top walks, hundreds of metres above the ground. I have been in an open sky rail seat coasting across the picture postcard views of Italy in the air, knuckles white in fear.
No matter what I have tried to do to cure my fear, I am still petrified of falling to my death and leaving a mess on the ground for my loved ones to clean up.
Over the school holidays our little family of five and some friends stayed at bush camp holiday village. No TV. No phone or internet connection (No, this not the fear factor part of the story) Off the grid for four days.
But they did have a flying fox.
A flying fox that is three to four metres in height off the ground. It consisted of a cable tie, basic pulley system and a tyre seat. I had flashbacks to the 1980’s all over again.
So after the brave 5 year old kids had a fly, it was my turn to take my own kids. My husband was at the other end of the flying fox, ready to catch us.
Remember that saying, jump off the edge and the universe will catch you?
Umm, it was nothing like that.
I sat my backside in this snug tyre chair (remind me to lay off the cheese platter at happy hour next time) with my 5 year old sitting on my knee.
(If you are reading this and involved in work safety, you might want to look away for the next few sentences).
Clinging on for dear life, I made the mistake of looking down. My mind was starting to play tricks on me. Those fear feelings were coming back to me.
My heart was in my mouth. And lunch.
Then all of a sudden, I felt the wooden floor beneath me disappear as we flew across the treetops. My fear vanished as I heard the laughter of my son echo throughout the campsite. We landed at the other end with a thud, as the tyre seat dragged across the gravel and caught by my husband.
We did it.
We had conquered the flying fox and lived to see another day.
The thing I have learnt over the years is that fear is about the unknown. A mind over matter situation, your mind playing tricks on you.
What is on the other side of fear?
A new adventure, a new opportunity, or growth.
What are you afraid of? Do you like flying foxes? Or are you more scared of lack of technology while on holidays?
Thanks Grace for having me over on your blog today, I appreciate the opportunity and look forward to reading everyone’s stories in the series.
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