
Things that scare me:
Infertility. Yet as bad as I want those babies someday, I’m equally afraid of poopy “blowouts”. On the same note, I’m afraid of waiting too long for babies and then trying, only to find out that we should’ve started trying years earlier.
Death. It’s the only guarantee in this life and somehow I find myself hoping that it just miiiiight skip over me… in 75 years of course.
Spiders. Because who isn’t afraid of spiders? Once, I discovered a freshly hatched batch of teeny-tiny baby spiders. Like 100 of them (not joking). Get this… WANDERING ALL OVER MY SHOWER CURTAIN! Isn’t that the scariest thing you’ve ever imagined!?
Flying. Turbulence sucks and scares the hell outta me. On our flight home from Hawaii in January, I legitimately prepared myself to die. You know when Denzel flies the plane upside down in the movie Flight? I swear to you, that plane I was on felt like it was one bump away from flying flat on it’s back. Ugh, turbulence. You scurr me.
Working a desk job for.ev.er. Don’t get me wrong, some people are really good at this. I, on the other hand, shutter at the thought of working a regular day job for the rest of my life. My creativity must be nourished and (between you and I) a law office really is no place for creative nourishment, or at least the kind I crave. However, don’t mistake this for ungratefulness. I’m very very grateful for my job. I promise.
What makes your bones shiver with fear?