Welcome to 2016! It’s time to brush off the cobwebs of last year, make some new writing resolutions, and feel smug and confident about your future achievements. At least, until the reality of the year sets in and, suddenly, those goals you were so confident of achieving take on an aspect of hitherto unimagined terror. What if you fail?
That’s fear talking. We all know the touch of its icy fingers. Now, fear isn’t good or bad, it just is. Fear is only a problem when you let it control you. Easier said than done? Perhaps. But I stopped letting fear control my life on the day I threw myself off a cliff.
Let me explain.
Many years ago, I went on a business retreat that culminated in a full-day team building exercise. My boss, an athletic 30-something man named Rick, wouldn’t tell us anything about it. The only thing we knew was that we needed to show up at 8am wearing clothes suitable for physical activity. When we arrived, Rick introduced us to two guides who would be accompanying us on some “light canyoning”.
Light canyoning. That sounded all right.
Even to a group of women whose only regular exercise involved running into the liquor store to pick up a bottle of wine.