Fear

There are few things in life that truly terrify me. 

Water, heights, spiders, and pickpockets...no fear. Water rejuvenates me; I am a Pisces, so I can swim like a fish (and drink like one too). Heights thrill me; the higher you get, the better the view (and I mean that literally NOT as some thinly disguised stoner reference). As for spiders, my philosophy is what I can't see, can't hurt me (though I suppose that's not a fool proof way to live- just look at what happened to...*insert witty reference to someone who was killed by something unseen here). Pickpockets would have a field day in my purse. Feel free gentlemen, to help yourself to one of the many pieces of unwrapped pieces of gum or a nail file or two. There certainly isn't any money to be had (hence the poorer). 

In all honesty, growing up where I did, I never even thought to worry about being robbed. As a result of my  rural upbringing, when I go into the big cities, I am so ambivalent about the dangers that lurk around every street corner that I actually leave my purse unzipped, and I DON'T wear it with the strap across my chest. I am what many might call a foolish girl. 

Actually, that's not true. No one would call me a girl. "Ma'am", "Lady", "Woman" might be more likely in my advanced age because I am, in fact, *gulp*...almost-thirty! My actual age doesn't matter because from now until my big day, people (okay, my family mostly) insist on referring  to me as "almost-thirty".

As I set out to enjoy my last 597 days as "almost-thirty", I thought, as so many people have before me, that it might be fun to reflect. And because I am an American, I assume people will care about what I have to write, find my quirky style insanely charming, and as a result I will get a book deal and become wildly rich and famous. 

Let the neuroses fly! Things I am currently afraid of:   

I fear getting fat (again). 

I fear being poor(ish) forever.

I fear the day that I am no longer almost-thirty.