chicken

I can picture some wide-eyed actress on screen asking up to her hero "Oh, but weren't you afraid?!"  And I'm thinking - uh yeah, sure, it ain't no thang jumping into a burning house to bare-handed take down an axe murderer and rescue her child. No big deal.

But people aren't as fearful as I and maybe something that seems so obviously terrifying doesn't rile a more confident, able-bodied person.

Point being, my New Year's resolution is to stop being so afraid, especially in events I know to be safe.

For example, I'm watching Fracture last night alongside a sleeping Mom and during a confrontation between A. Hopkins and R. Gosling, I find myself pulling the blanket up over my nose, anticipating sudden gunfire.  Honestly, though - why?  How much of my life am I willing to hide under the comfort of a cozy blanket?

I am sure I will not be the 0.001% that faints or falls out of a roller coaster or the one who is mauled by a bear in the dead of night walking to the outhouse on a summer camping trip.  I mean, those are the easiest things to get over, but who knows, I might just skydive* by December.

2009 I set out to try a bunch of new things and it was probably the best year of my life.  So if I am no longer bound by silly fears come 2011, I will claim the world as my oyster.

*Whoopty-do! I know I'm ultimate chicken.