Two days ago I was driving home from our trailer and instead of getting on the interstate to get home I decided to take the back roads.
I had no clue where I was or what the next town was. I just knew if I kept heading south I would end up at home.
I haven’t taken the back roads in a long, long time. I used to drive the back roads when I was single and I needed the think thru a problem. The open road, load music and fresh air usually helped me solve my problems.
I love taking the back roads. I love seeing the rolling acres of farm fields and the cows standing or walking lazily in the fields. I love having the windows rolled down and the tunes cranked.
After ten minutes of seeing farm field after farm field fear settled in my belly and I was getting nervous. I still didn’t know where I was. I didn’t recognize anything I was passing. What if I got lost? What if I broke down? Where would I tell my husband I was? How would he find me? I wasn’t looking at any road signs so I couldn’t tell him what highway/road I was on.
I looked at my dash. I had a fourth of a tank of gas left and I was still going south. I was fine, but I didn’t feel fine. Why was I so afraid?
Deep down I knew that I would get home safe and sound so why didn’t I just relax and go with the flow? So what if I didn’t know where was for fifteen minutes? Would it kill me? No.
As I headed south I wondered when the last time was that I took a risk like this. Why wasn’t I doing this more often? Getting out of my comfort zone and taking a risk?
The last thing I did that scared the crap out of me was starting this blog, but really nothing since.
Up ahead I saw the road curved, but there was a dirt road that I could go straight on so for shits and giggles I took the dirt road. I thought somewhere up ahead the road would be cemented, but it was dirt for two or three miles. Fear set in again, but I took a deep breath and enjoyed the ride. I knew either somewhere ahead I would hit a real road or I would have to turn around and go back (which I really didn’t want to do). The dirt road finally ended and I turned left onto the cement road.
Five miles down the road and about a half hour into my drive I sighed as I saw a familiar road sign. I knew where I was!! Yeah. I took familiar roads I knew to get home. It was beginning to rain and I was done with my adventure for the day.
Instead of taking me 45 minutes to get home it took me an hour and fifteen. What I learned is that maybe I need more adventure in my life. Why wasn’t I doing more things that scared me? If I wanted my fifties to be fabulous I would have to get out of my comfort zone and do things that scared me.
Like going after the writing career that I have always dreamed of in my head, but have been afraid to pursue out loud.
I think my three goals for this week is to figure out a tagline for my blog, figure out how to collect people’s email addresses and post a post on First Fridays for everyone to read. So far I have only told my niece about my blog, but I haven’t let her read it. I know. Silly isn’t it? Fear.
I will let you know how things go.
What are you afraid of? Please share your story. Let’s encourage each other and get unafraid together.