I love lists. They are fun to make, help me organize my life, and let’s be honest- I am hard pressed to think of something that compares to the joyful feeling I get as I cross items off my daily to-do lists.
Lists help my clarify my thoughts and decide what is important. Sometimes, they aren’t even all that interesting… (For example, the time during college when I kept a list of every single thing I ate for a few days. That just got depressing.) I have catalogued some pretty weird things during my career of list-making. I have decided to share some lists with you, my lovely blog readers.
Today, a (partial) list of my greatest fears:
1. Snakes. Hands-down, my biggest “physical” fear. (I classify a physical fear as something that when I see or encounter scares me. Most of my fears are things that might happen, but I don’t see or experience regularly)
2. Everyone in my family being in some sort of horrific accident that kills them all and leaves me alone.
3. Cats. This is a hard one to explain- it really all stems from a cat we had when I was 4′ish. Mindy liked to hide behind corners and jump out at me. She could sense my fear. Evil, huh? She left me scarred. I do okay with some cats, but only the ones that don’t move quickly.
4. I am sort of a hypochondriac and therefore I have a lot of health related fears. In college I was convinved that I had several different forms of cancer. Every time I get a headache I am convinced that I am about to have an aneurysm.
5. My biggest fear? Something happening to Justin.
6. Freeway overpasses. I am always scared that I am going to have an involuntary twitch and accidentally send my car sailing over the side.
7. Driving into intersections where I am the only car. I once was almost hit by a driver running a red light. Thank God I was paying attention or I would have been hit. Now I am incapable of going through an intersection without slightly pausing.
8. I have never done well with bike riding. I am always scared of accidentally falling into the street and getting run over.
To summarize:
Okay, so if you didn’t already know this about me- I very obviously am slightly paranoid. I already worry about the kids I don’t even have yet. My friends have lovingly told me that when I do have kids they are going to teach them how to be “tough.” Kelly says she is going to put my children through some sort of boot camp so they aren’t timid.
My mom once told me (while I was in the midst of one of my “Holy crap I am going to die of this random disease I just heard about on the internet” rants) that there are a million ways to die. In her super blunt terms, “Honey, you could walk out the house and get run over by a bus so you need to get over this.” Thanks, Mom.
The truth of the matter is that, yes, I am scared of a million things. Quite frankly just thinking of this list made me imagine even more things to add to the list. But the good news is this- I know where I am going when I die. I am going to Heaven to be with my Savior. He tells me not to worry, to trust Him. Obviously, I am not so good at this. It is an area I am trying to grow in. So when I start to freak out and have one of my miniature panic attacks I force myself to think of the only thing that really matters in the end- God has me in His hand, and nothing can snatch me away.
Okay, I know… Super depressing post, huh? But, I promise that tomorrow’s list will be something funny and cheerful.