Early in my career as a human, I would secretly celebrate being under the roller coaster height limit. I used to be afraid of them.
“I’d love to go, but see Goofy’s arm? I’m under that. I’ll wait.”
Wait, I did.
The violent, furious sounds of a roller coaster declaring its sharp turns was enough for me to step back and realize that my desire to be thrilled was outweighed by the fear of something going terribly wrong. I just knew I’d be the one stuck looking down at a tiny city on the descending side of the coaster’s steepest peak. For me, it was thrilling enough to wait at the exit and greet my family as they walked down the ramp. Continue reading “Breaking Through the Element of Fear”