Before the folks my age get too excited, this has nothing to do with the topics discussed in the Erica Jong novel of the 1970’s.
I simply hate to fly.
In fact, a total of four flights in the past seven days (a trip with a connection necessary in both directions) only confirmed what I already knew…I REALLY hate to fly. What’s important, though, is that I didn’t let it stop me from living my life.
In my latest release, THE HOURGLASS (Etopia Press), character CJ Morrison lives with fear. You’d never know it on the surface. He tackles physically reckless acts, like racecar driving and climbing Mount Everest. CJ’s innermost fears center around love; he’s afraid of hurting someone he loves again, so much that he denies himself the emotion altogether. This fear prevents CJ from living life to its fullest.
I’ve missed out on a lot in the past because of being afraid, yet on a recent trip to visit my daughter in the Pacific Northwest – Washington State – I forced my fears aside. I believed the flight would be the worst thing I had to conquer, but as we discussed a trip going over a place called Deception Pass, I realized my fear of heights would be making a noteworthy appearance, too.
I’d only seen pictures of the tall, narrow bridge going over the rough waters of Deception Pass, which connects Fidalgo Island with Whidbey Island. The pictures alone made my knees quiver.
Upon our arrival, we got news which made my body tremble with well-founded real fears…another bridge nearby had collapsed. A bridge I’d been about to drive over to reach my daughter’s apartment an hour before the road gave way (thank you GPS for sending me a different way).
I was surrounded by islands and bridges for the next seven days! The Deception Pass Bridge was taller than the collapsed bridge, the waters below even more threatening. And we were going to drive over it?
The day of our road trip, we neared the Deception Pass Bridge. That’s when my daughter uttered words more terrifying to me than Linda Blair’s antics in the The Exorcist. “We can park and walk over this bridge,” she said calmly. “It’s cool.”
Walk? Driving over in the car was horrifying enough. I contemplated the height challenging walk, visualizing myself plunging 180 feet into the whirlpool below. At the risk of sounding neurotic (which I do), here’s a photo of the bridge:
I’m proud to report that I not only sat calmly during my drive over the suspended roadway, but we parked and I walked all the way across and then back again…with only a little fanfare. Even as I type, though, there’s tenseness bottled up in my throat that didn’t exist before starting this piece. Still, the bottom-line is my fears didn’t stop me. They only nagged me a little. The result was a lovely vacation.
Sometimes we have to step up and face what we’re most afraid of this world. In The Hourglass, facing fears paves the way for both main characters to take advantage of all the joys life has to offer.
Have you stood nose-to-nose with your fears? Pushed them back and did something that made you proud?