A friend offered me an encouragement this week. "Every day do something that scares you." Scares? I’d rather not. When we’re young, little thing frighten us, noises in a dark room, insects, large animals. As we grow the circle expands and we discover the difference between excitement and scared. Riding the confidence of early adulthood, the worldwide internet adjusts the bar again and delivers global horror into the palm of our hand before the dust has had a chance to settle.
I loved playing tether ball as a child. I’d grab the corded ball and raced to the pole to whack and whack. I enjoyed the circles and speed as the ball was captured and released against the pole. But as I've grown older I've stopped looking forward to recess. I’ve begun to feel the strings of living life tethering me to an invisible stationary pole. I’m tired of the circles and the whacking and am beginning to think it may be in my best interest to skip recess for the rest of