Today is election day. Which means: VOTE. I’ve always kept this blog non-partisan, because I believe everyone has a right to their own opinion, and I know that not everyone who reads this will agree with mine. And that’s okay. But today, I will say this. If you are not happy with the status quo, with the way things are, with the state of the country, then don’t just sit home and complain about it. DO SOMETHING. Go to the polls, make your voice heard. There was a time when people DIED to do what we now take for granted, having a say in our government. For them, for yourself, for everyone, if you can, VOTE. Thank you.
*steps down off soapbox*
Meanwhile, I watched Kirstie Alley in on Oprah, and I have to say, I was impressed. I don’t know anyone—even people who are in the best shape ever—who would agree to wear a bikini on national television, and I thought it was really interesting when she said that SHE never would have done it when she was younger and skinnier, because she was too insecure. There’s something really empowering about seeing someone just go for it, face their fear and just come out and be who they are, at that very moment. Not that I’m ready to bust out my own two piece on YouTube or anything, but still. It’s inspiring.
In my experience, you MUST do the things that scare you the most. Regular readers of this page know I hate to fly, that I dread it, but at least I DO it now. There was a time, a couple of years, in fact, when I didn’t. I drove, I took trains, I put off trips that would have been fun and great once I was done with flying part, but couldn’t happen without it. Eventually I realized that I was missing out on a lot, and more to come, if I didn’t just face my fear. So I got on a plane from RDU to Boston, scared to death, and gripped the arm rest and prayed to every deity I could think of and took deep breaths and somehow, I did it. I expected flying to be easy after that, but the truth is, it wasn’t, and isn’t. I don’t think facing a fear makes it go away as much as it takes some of the power it has over you. I will never love to fly, I know that now, just like I will never love bats (terrifying) or heights (not a big fan) or Marilyn Manson (don’t ask) or any of the other things that scare me. But I will continue to make myself do it, if only so my fear never has that grip on me again.
This has been on my mind, because recently, I’ve been offered a possible chance to go to Europe. London! Paris! So exciting! And yet…I have to fly over the ocean. Which TERRIFIES ME. My first impulse was to wimp out, back away, say no. But that’s just the first one. Following shortly thereafter is my more logical brain, which remembers that first flight, both taking off AND landing. So I can’t be afraid. Gotta do it. But I will NOT wear a bikini on the plane. There, I draw the line.