When it comes to snakes, I am a bit of a wimp. Mice, spiders and other creepy crawly things don’t really bother me. But even itty bitty garter snakes make me freeze up in fear.
Because somehow I just can’t help loving this little guy:
I made him using the Squeaky Snakes Pattern from While She Naps. (Remember the Lovey Dovey? That was one of her patterns, too.) This guy is actually of the non-squeaky variety, but I like him just the same.
Next up on my sewing list are some cute and cuddly turtles!
What creepy crawly animals are you afraid of?
I have been waiting for a day like today.
A day when music walks back into my life as if it never left. A day that gives purpose to this part of me that has been hiding for too long.
But it didn’t come without fear.
And I almost said no.
There has been music in my life as long as I can remember. Like many young children, I learned to play the piano, and I still remember my grandfather putting a cup on the piano and filling it with coins when I played for him. Middle school brought the clarinet, which I played into high school, and then voice lessons opened the door to choirs and singing of all kinds. Early morning rehearsals, lunch time lessons, week-end practices, I spent most of my high school years in the music room. And I loved every moment of it.
Then, like any true “renaissance soul” I went off to university to dive into something completely different. I lived in a world of writing and drama, of acting and performing, of teaching and researching.
And I learned to play the guitar. Music seemed to be that one thing that would always be there.
And then I graduated. For the last ten years (except for the one year when I taught piano lessons) music has been on the back burner. Months go by and the piano sits untouched. The guitar has been missing a string for a year (!) and other than a few late-night singing sessions where I belt out show tunes when no one else is home, sometimes it feels like music is that thing that I “used” to do.
And then I was asked to play the piano at my new church.
I really wanted to say no. Because sometimes it’s easier to imagine how wonderful it would be if we did something, than to actually do it. But how can I ask to have more of something in my life, and then say no when the opportunity arises? So I agreed to try it. Even though it made my knees shake and my hands quake.
And so this week has been full of music. I have spent hours at the piano. I played and sung those songs until I could do it with my eyes closed. Hubby got in on the action and dusted off his guitar, and we spent one late night playing together. One of those nights when you keep saying “just one more song” even though your eyes are having trouble staying open.
But in behind it all was the fear. There were many times I wanted to give into it. Many times I wanted to say “No, really, I just can’t do this.” All those fears of playing the wrong notes, of making a fool of myself, of being judged “not good enough.” And then that still, quiet, voice, reminding me that this wasn’t really about me. That I am always worthy enough just as I am. That it didn’t have to be fancy, it just had to come from the heart. Yet still, listening to our Pastor talk at the start of the service, my hands shaking and my heart thumping and wishing I could turn back the clock just a few hours and maybe just practice one more time?
But the moment arrived. The singers were in place. The bass player ready. And my hands began to play.
And the fear disappeared. I remembered why it is I love to do this. I reclaimed the joy that is found when people gather to make music together, to worship together. And I realized something else. The piano player must have one of the best seats in the house. Because from where I was playing, not only could I hear the wonderful singing and music of the worship team behind me, but I could also hear the “choir” of raised voices in front of me. The congregation of everyday people who gather in this place each week to reconnect with something bigger than themselves. Voices young, old, and in between, lifted together in a great wall of sound lifting to the heavens. And my fingers dancing across the keys just a small piece of this great joy.
There are many things we long to do in life. Some things that we were made to do. Steps we were meant to take. And fear holds us back. It pins us to the wall and tells us all the reasons why we should stop moving forward. But great joy awaits us on the other side. We leap, and find that the ground is still firm.
I am a fearful person. But I am learning more and more that life is too short to let fear keep me from the things I really want to do. So I am determined to walk through fear more often, and to find the joy on the other side.
And it begins today. A video. Conquering two fear hurdles in one day. Letting it be known that I may not be perfect, I may not be a concert pianist, but goodness I love what I do!
Anyone else out there ready for less fear and more joy?
On a personality scale, I am definitely more of the fearful/anxious type. I was the type of kid who would watch her friends ride the amusement park ride 20 times before getting the nerve to go on it myself. I read book after book about horses, wanted nothing more than to ride my own horse, but when given the opportunity to pet a real, live, horse I dug in my heels and wouldn’t budge. I still remember my grandmother’s hand on my back trying to push me closer and closer to the horse.
Perhaps it is because of my wild imagination. I could easily imagine that horse turning to bite me, or swinging his rump around to kick me across the room. I could imagine it so clearly I could even see the looks on the faces of the people around me when it happened.
Or perhaps it is what scientists have come to discover about introverted personalities, that my brain creates brain chemicals differently than extroverts and thrill-seekers. I get enough of an adrenaline rush just sitting around reading books, thank you very much!
Regardless of why, being a fearful sort of person does make it difficult to fully experience all that life has to offer. I have had to learn in my life the art of being fearful, but doing things anyway. On the positive side, there is always a great sense of accomplishment on the other side. When you do the things you fear, you become a stronger person.
But there are holdouts. Things in my life that I have been afraid to do for so long that they seem insurmountable.
One of those things is learning how to drive a car.
Yes, I am a woman in my 30s who does not have a driver’s license.
Truth be told this was not really a huge issue when I was living in the city. It was really easy to just hop on the bus (the stop was right across from my house) and there were numerous connections to trains and subways if I needed to get further. Even my own two feet could get me to a whole host of places within relatively few minutes.
But there are no buses to take where I live now, no trains, and no subway system anywhere in the entire province! And very few places are within reasonable walking distance.
So I need to learn to drive.
And I know it will be ok once I get started. With fear, usually the first step is the hardest.
Do you have things in your life that you are afraid to do? Take a step towards it today and together we will conquer our fears!
When I am most afraid I remember this:
“I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears” (Psalm 34:4)
“I can do everything through him who gives me strength” (Philippians 4:13).Read More