I've always been a little bewildered by people who say, "do the thing that scares you." Seriously? The entire concept makes absolutely no sense to me. I mean, I get the concept of doing something despite the fact that it scares me (childbirth, that first crack of lobster shell) because I want the end result (horrible child who keeps calling me "chubby," sweet, sweet lobster meat). But the guy who's all, "hey! I'm scared of heights therefore gonna climb something!" Yeah, I'm not down with that guy.
BUT! I am just starting to come around to the idea of doing something that makes me uncomfortable, just to see if I can. Put myself out there. Why not? I'm almost forty, what do I have to lose?
So check it:
1. I'll be entering a jam in the Ventura County Fair this summer (been gathering up recipes to test and am super-excited to report back).
2. Running a 5k on May 15. Me. Running. (If you know me, you're laughing right now.) I'm on week three of Couch to 5K. I suck at it so, so bad. But I'm not giving up. It's on the life list, yo.