The Thing I’m Most Scared to Do (Or, Why I’m Writing About Everything Else Instead)
Today’s WordPress prompt asks: What’s the thing you’re most scared to do?
Great. Just what I wanted—to sit down and ponder my deepest fears over coffee. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m most scared of, and I’d rather not think about it. It reminds me of something I heard recently: We’re not unhappy until we think we are unhappy. Our thoughts are powerful. How powerful? Well, most of what we worry about either never happens or happened so long ago it doesn’t matter anymore. But tell that to my brain at 2 AM when it wants to replay every embarrassing moment of my life.
So, back to fear. (See? I’m already wandering.)
If I had to name something, I’d say large bodies of water. I do not want to know what’s lurking down there. If I can’t see the bottom, I assume the bottom is looking at me. Same goes for great heights. I have no desire to dangle over the edge of a cliff or stare down into an abyss. Safety is my thing.
But then, I hear guys like Gary Brecka say that aggressively pursuing comfort is the fastest way to old age. And Andrew Huberman talks about how forcing yourself to do hard things actually strengthens the part of your brain that keeps you alive. Apparently, avoiding discomfort isn’t the key to survival—leaning into it is. That’s why I take cold showers. Not because I enjoy them, but because my brain needs to know who’s in charge.
So, back to the question (again). What’s the thing I’m most scared to do? Probably scuba diving in the open ocean, where there’s no land in sight—just me, the abyss, and whatever prehistoric creatures are down there. What would it take to get me there? A miracle. And possibly a mild case of amnesia.
If it ever happens, I’ll report back. In the meantime, I’ll keep taking cold showers and avoiding high ledges.
Thanks for joining me on this ramble.
Perhaps a nice bench and a book instead…
Forming 2.0 
🙂 Nice!
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