Travel provides opportunities for me to observe and banish my personal barriers fed by fear and anxiety. My fears may not seem so paralyzing, but believe me, they are.
I conquered my fear of renting a car three years ago. I’ve now conquered my fear of losing or breaking my trifocals. I left them on the sink in New Jersey and have survived perfectly well for the last three and a half weeks without them. My $19.95 Foster Grant readers and a borrowed pair of bug-eye polarized sunglasses have served me well. I was a bit concerned when I landed in San Francisco without my glasses and without my luggage that contained all of the supplies for three workshops and a demo in Santa Rosa. I stood in the airport, a blind artist without supplies, trying to communicate with the baggage employee that my luggage didn’t look like any of the thirty choices she gave me to choose from. I became convinced that there were hidden cameras and that I was on a gag show. My luggage was eventually located and delivered to Mountain View late in the evening.
All went well …. the demo, the workshops, and the many adventures that followed.
Camping in the Bothe/Napa State Park, camping in the hills south of Big Sur, paragliding from Wild Cattle launch……
Afraid of stepping of a cliff? Not at all……. Afraid of losing my glasses? Not anymore…….
I’m still anxious about deciding on what food to order in a store or restaurant. I’m working on that one.