- Pretty stationery
- Feather pillows
- Yellow Zebra scarves
- Salty sea air
- Any song with a harp in it
See the whole list here
Dear Cherry Coke,
Thanks for being just sickly enough that I can’t drink you every day without regretting it. It’s good to have boundaries and you help to enforce the knowledge that a little every now and again is better than too much.
It was one of my resolutions this year to face my fears. So it was with that in mind that I ended up signing up for a flying trapeze class with Q and eight of our friends. At the time it seemed far enough away for me to get a handle on it, but I don’t feel all that prepared and it’s tmrw.
To be honest, I’m pretty much terrified. Scared that I won’t be able to do it, that I’ll look stupid, that I’ll fall off. I’d really like to be a brave person, and I’d really like not to be scared of all this stupid shit (the dark, heights, parking, buzzy insects etc etc) but, er, I am. I’m aware that it’s counterproductive, often ungrounded and frequently silly, but I’m not sure how to stop myself from feeling fearful of these situations. Meditation? Prolonged exposure? Drugs? I have no idea.
So! Clearly I need help. Tips, advice, strategies. How do you go about changing from being scared to being brave? If anyone knows anything can you tell me? (Preferably before 6pm tmrw, thanks).
Ps. Watching this did not help. Any other suggestions?
Thanks for being so easy to fall in love with. You have quiet spaces and an awesome library and you feel like home to this redhead – no mean feat to someone who grew up 200 miles south west of you.