Roller Coaster

Roller coaster

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During a recent family vacation to an amusement park, we discovered that our youngest son loves roller coasters.  Like a true adrenaline junky!  We visited the park on two different days, and the highlight of both visits was the roller coasters.

While my husband and son enjoyed the rides, I was the designated backpack holder and cell phone keeper because I hate roller coasters.  In fact, hate seems too mild to describe my feelings.  Under no uncertain terms do I enjoy going uber fast, compounded by steep and unexpected drops, sudden, jerky movements, and/or being flung upside down.  No thank you!

In spite of my aversion, I agreed to ONE ride.  It was a family vacation after all, so I agreed to give it one try.  It was the worst two minutes of my life.    Afterwards, we walked around the park for an entire hour before I spoke a single word to my husband or my son.  Did I mention that I hate roller coasters?

Later on that the evening, my husband asked me a question that really got me thinking: why do you hate roller coasters so much?  And I really had to think about it.  I can’t recall a bad experience or anything traumatic related to roller coasters.  I don’t even know when or how I decided I don’t like them; I just don’t.  I was stumped.

Since I couldn’t come up with a why, I started thinking about the way I feel on roller coasters.  And that is when I had my “AH-HAH” moment.  It’s the physical sensation that I dislike.  It starts in the pit of my stomach.  It’s a tightening deep in my belly, where my insides constrict.  The feeling slowly spreads, moving up through my stomach, creeping upwards towards my chest.  Next comes the sensation of being restricted, a literal squeezing that extends from my lower belly up through my chest cavity that grips me.

It is paralyzing.

It is oddly familiar.

It is fear.

So here’s my truth: I don’t like roller coasters because they are a physical manifestation of fear.


Examining My Suitcase

While sitting around, feeling sorry for myself and my failed attempts to make any real progress with my writing, I stumbled across a rare jewel: a TED talk by Susan Cain entitled “The Power of Introverts.”  Intrigued, I closed my door and plugged in my headphones.  Nineteen minutes and four seconds later, I watched it again, this time with pen and paper.

Chock full of information I found both interesting and reaffirming, it was her final words that really struck a chord:  examine your suitcase and share with the world because the world needs the energy and creativity of introverts.

I’ll admit: my suitcase is quite full.  I have several stories in various stages of completion.  The willingness to share them, open myself up to the world, is my challenge.






Learning from Failure

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Phobia, Shmobia.”

I’ve overcome my fear of failure.  In fact, I’ve given myself permission to fail.  I now embrace opportunities where success is not guaranteed.

I must admit: I learn more from my failures than my successes.  When things go well, I tend to move on quickly, and not take the time to examine the who, what, when, and where.  I rarely remember everything that contributed to the success.

I vividly recall each one of my significant failures.  After I lick my wounds, I analyze and dissect each detail in an effort to understand who, what, when, where and how.  I learn a great deal about my strengths, my weaknesses, the things I can improve, and even some things I need to abandon.

Failure is no longer a fear.  Failure is actually freedom.  Freedom to start over, go farther, push deeper, and try harder.


Our Deepest Fear


This is my source of instant inspiration and motivation on those days when I need it most!  It is posted on m bathroom mirror, my refrigerator, and on the wall in my cubicle at work.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

~Marianne Williamson’s A Return to Love (

The 7 Fear-Nots of Every Writing Project

What is your greatest fear? We all have them. For me, it is sharing my writing with the world and being rejected or misunderstood. I admire those who forge ahead fearlessly with little regard for the court of public opinion.
I saw this graphic posted on Facebook; it really resonated with me. All of my fears both voiced and addressed in a neat little package. What are YOUR fears? How do you overcome them?

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Woman afraid (funny)

Whenever an emissary from another world showed up in all its effulgence, men and women fell down terrified, overcome, filled with God-brilliance and self-loathing. Our own writing projects, delivered by the other-worldly muse, can inflict and inspire a similar terror at times (Woe is me! Why did I think I could write this novel?). When you’re visited by these angels of brilliance-and-woe, (and you will be!), remember what usually came next, after the Visited fell facedown in the dirt: “Fear Not!” And then words of hope and direction were given to the stricken to lift them to their feet and their new purpose.

Here are 7 tested “Fear Nots” to get you back to your screen and your project:

Woman smiling with hands folded

1. Fear Not!—-That you’re not qualified to write this material. You’ve chosen this material, or it has chosen you, for reasons deeper than anyone knows, including you (unless you’re purely market-driven)…

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