Riding fear

My friend asked me if I was afraid of heights. No! I said. Whilst somewhere in the back of my mind I was recalling a teeny weeny fear last time I stood near the window of a very tall building.

Next thing I know I’m sitting on the chair lift high above the crowds at the Royal Show breathing like I’m in labour, holding onto the pole for dear life...

At the very moment I was about to give birth (metaphorically) I remembered I work in behavioural change. The timing was fabulous.

I took deep breaths, told myself I was safe. I asked my friend to tell me a story and focused on him. Then allowed my gaze to softly look out at the other rides at the same height as we were gliding at. Other people were swirling around up here in a much more dangerous fashion than I was.

Next time you feel that fear, remember to find something else to look at that’s parallel to you. It helps you remember you are leveling up and others are up there too.

Next time you feel that fear, ask someone else to help take some of the load.

Next time you feel that fear, don’t look down.

Next time you feel it, know you are stretching yourself.

Next time, still get on the ride.