Fear And Boating On Lake Acid

I’m not afraid anymore.

Not afraid to say I make my life more difficult than any cooked up chicken foot curse could ever puff up a dream to (and some).

Truth be told, I am my own curse. But I am also the cure. I am the medicine I need to make me better when I just can’t seem to get out of my own way.
It’s this long curve ball that’s the problem ... the one the pitcher tossed my way when I was born. I am still squinting my eyes trying to get a bead on that bad boy.

Patience is a virtue they say, but so is good eye sight if you ask me and the best exercise for your eyes – looking at something two or three times more than you wanted to (yes, that’s a clever plug for “go ahead and make mistakes”).

So, back to being afraid (or not being ... or both).

Sure I’m afraid of sharks and solitary confinement, old people or infants that move too fast etc.,

— I won’t bore you with the usual suspects in the “Fear and Boating on Lake Acid” department, but I will offer a suggestion to wrap up this saunter through a page ...

Let yourself off the hook every once in awhile.

This life thing we are all signed up for is pretty brutal in it’s own right when it wants to be, which tends to mirror the schedule of the daily rain drop release in Seattle and neither of those is an exaggeration.

But flip that well traveled, coin over and life pulls the clouds right from over us just as we’re reaching for the umbrella that doesn’t really work that well anyway.
So it’s the whole yin-yang, dark and light balance philosophy, yes ...

but in all seriousness (and we should measure how many times we use that statement in a day down to teaspoon increments) ...

I say again ...

Let yourself off the hook every once in awhile.

Hell, I have a better idea – switch that whole routine altogether. Only put yourself on the hook every once in awhile ... the rest of the time run proud and free from that hook like a two year old child who’s just escaped with a spoon covered in triple fudge cake icing. Run for the living room (and the nearest end table to hide under to enjoy the spoils of your tiny five-finger score)!

Don’t be afraid of that curve ball anymore.
Just swing with no expectation or outcome in mind for what happens when you do.

You’ll find it’s much easier to swing the bat …

when you’re not hanging from a hook.

~ Jack Piatt