Today’s “assignment” in our international By Invitation Only blog group is: What do you fear? (Actually, I think it was “what are you afraid of” but I didn’t want to end the phrase with a preposition. I’m afraid of making grammatical errors.)
As you may recall, our founder and leader, Marsha Harris of the dazzlingly glamorous blog, Splenderosa, sends out a monthly missive with our subject and then all communication among us stops. We’re on our own to discuss the topic.
I really wanted to be clever, thoughtful, profound, interesting(?). . . when addressing the subject, but I fear that is not going to be the case.
First, a dictionary definition of fear: “. . . dread, fright, alarm, panic, terror, trepidation, painful agitation in the presence or anticipation of danger. Fear implies anxiety and usually loss of courage. . .”
By that definition only one fear, as in terror, comes to mind: snakes. I cannot even look at or post a picture of the creature because my ears will start to ring and my heart will palpitate. In fact, as write this I feel anxious.
Compared to the extreme of that emotion, all my other — let’s call them anxieties — are extensions of my penchant for worrying. I worry when Andrea (daughter) gets on a plane, I worry when Ella (granddaughter) has a high temperature, I worry about My-Reason-For-Living-In-France for many reasons, I worry about Charlotte (dog). I worry about the future French verb tense and wonder how long I can continue to say, in French, that I’m “going to” do something and one day learn a few “I will” do something verbs.
I worry that I may disappoint people I love and those who are important to me. I’m worrying right-this-second that I’m boring you.
My worrying does have degrees. I’m not totally crazy.
But really, shaking in my ballerinas fear? Not so much I guess.
I have a lunch date with a friend in Paris, so if I don’t get moving and start ironing I’m afraid I will be late. I hate to be late.
Now I can worry about whether it’s going to rain — it’s forecast — and how long it will take me to find a parking space in the sixth arrondissement.
For truly interesting musings on our subject, please visit Splenderosa where Marsha will direct you to our other BIO members.
I’m starting to fear you might have had higher hopes for my examination of today’s topic.