Good Fear Bad Fear

I have a few really weird fears that stem from insecurity I think. They seem to be getting better with age so that’s very good. On the other hand, I have a fear I hope never goes away, the fear of missing something.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fright Night.” What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

This challenge was tough for me because believe me, I have very few fears. Well, I take that back, the fears I have are of abstract, weird, and intangible things like how the doctor will “perceive” me. I know, I said it was weird. Since those things are really not in my control, they come and go without warning, I’d like to talk about a fear that drives me to live.

I have a fear of getting to the end of my life, long or short, and feeling I missed out. To avoid this, I try to itemize my bucket list. You might even call it a weekly bucket list. This week my list includes: Subscribe to Spotify and let my daughters pick their songs for the car ride to work. Another one I just made happen was to get my 10 year old students blogging, I’ve done it. They are having a blast writing, but we call it blogging to trick them. I think the healthiest fear is the one that spurs you on, not the one you can’t explain.

I tell my kids it’s not the feeling of dread you might get at the end of your life that you should fear. If you live your life hungry for the things you want to do and do them, you’ll lie a rich full life and daddy will be proud of you.