Fearless

I want to be more like my daughter, who learned to ride her bicycle without training wheels in five minutes this week. By minute six, she was doing daredevil stunts. Sure, she fell a couple of times, but even as she sat there on the pavement, tears running down her face, she asked: "Can I do it again?"

She is my hero.

Too many times, I've let fear -- fear of failure, mostly, given my perfectionist tendencies -- hold me back from even trying. But, really, what's the worst thing that can happen? I can fall on my butt? People can laugh at me? OH, NO, NOT THE HIDEOUS LAUGHTER TORTURE!!

Yeah. Seems ridiculous, looking back at it. Let's resolve to be fearless together.
hugs,
Alesia