Fear. That feeling in the pit of your stomach that radiates outwards, upwards and sideways. Your breathing is affected and you feel a little tightness in your chest. Are those 13 goldfish swimming around in your stomach? And oh my god, can the hands - please - stop - shaking!?
Fear. In the past two years it has become my number one driver.
I may need a good freak out cry beforehand (signing my life away before shark diving in south africa).
I may need a good freak out cry during (driving through Manhattan for my first time).
And I may need a good freak out cry after (sky diving).
But I will do it.
Ryan (AKA earl boss AKA the boyfriend who is way more than a boyfriend) told my sister before she back flipped off of Black Rock in Maui (yeah, pretty badass) some part sage, part crazy advice: “feel the fear – and do it anyway.” *Side note: I think he came up with YOLO too.
That mentality and advice has inspired both my sister and I to push forward in the face of fear... not just when jumping off of cliffs, but in all aspects of our lives.
I often ask myself, “does this scare me?” If so, I quickly count myself in, because I know that I will be learning, growing and expanding each and every time I face it.
Join me in feeling, accepting and pushing through fear.
Dear fear – I f*cking thrive on you. I welcome you. I invite you. Come at me, because I will conquer and defeat you again and again and again.
Lindsey Leifken, professional fear facer