My mother has what she refers to (in a somewhat old-fashioned manner) as "vertigo". In essence, she is not fond of heights. Despite this, she has always wanted to ride in a hot air balloon.
Folks, yesterday she did it. I got the most amazing, puffed-up-proud email from her in Turkey this morning, detailing her adventure. She wrote about how she CONQUERED her fear and amazed herself by being calm, resolute and managing to enjoy the whole experience.
I'm inspired. And so incredibly pleased for her, not to mention proud myself. My darling mother, out having adventures. It's making me think - what am I afraid of? What can I go out and conquer?
Is there something you've always wanted to do, but fear was holding you back?
Hi, I'm Sarah! I'm 33 and searching for my passion.
Until then, I slog away in a cubicle working full-time and focus on enjoying my downtime with things like TV (my old friend), movies, twitter, (trying to) cook, reading and hanging out with my hubby. My head is turned by things like vintage homewares, stationery, chocolate and scrapbooking. I blog about whatever takes my fancy.
