I think I’m brave. I feel brave. Except when I see a spider. Or a snake. Or when I want to wear a spaghetti strap tank top without a bra. I may be confusing being brave with bravado. Actions speak louder than words, right? So to rectify this serious character flaw, I have decided to face my fears, one at a time, one day at a time. Some will be small – like killing a spider – although in my mind, the “smallness” of this one is debatable – and some will be huge, like going to the top of a very high, very scary building and looking down. But, each day I will tackle something that I was afraid to do only the day before.
I may poo my pants.