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.