1. Speeches, presentations, cross-hemisphere conference calls. Public speaking in general, really. I have been known to communicate with cue cards. I'm a Pictionary girl, not a Charades girl.
2. Crocs. Not the creature, the shoe. I'm terrified that one day I might find myself thinking "those actually look quite comfy." [shudder]
3. Archer's peach schnapps, Sambuca and any shooter that traditionally should have had a worm in the bottom. This, in my opinion, is a healthy fear. One that my liver is bound to thank me for.
4. Children. Having them and not having them. But this is blog post all on its own.
5. Heights. I have no issue with climbing up mountains, ladders and ski slopes. I do, however, have an issue with coming down mountains, ladders and ski slopes. I have no desire to bungee jump or sky dive and I think that people who backflip off diving boards should be doing so in straightjackets.
6. Bunion surgery. Yes, bunion surgery. While my love of high heels has done wonders for my outfit options, confidence and calves since I donned my first pair of Spice Girl-inspired platforms at 14, it hasn't done much for the bone structure of my feet. While I have implemented a flats/heels/flats/heels/flats policy Monday to Friday, I fear that unless I am willing to take my podiatrist's advice and swap red soles for Green Cross, this is a fear I am going to have to get over.
7. Parallel parking. How I passed my drivers license first time is a mystery, one only solved by acknowledging God's hand in the outcome. My fear of parallel parking is so entrenched that I avoid it at all costs. I was once considered parallel parking in Parkhurst on a Friday night but after a 713-point turn settled on diagonal parking instead.
8. Leaving things unsaid. I fear losing people I love before getting to tell them what they mean to me, what they've done for me and why they'll be missed. If you happen to be one of my loved ones, or as I call you 'my favourites' then this fear is what drives me to send you mushy random messages, blindside you with a 'deep and meaningful' during halftime and Facebook stalk you so that I never miss an opportunity to comment on how much you rock.
2. Crocs. Not the creature, the shoe. I'm terrified that one day I might find myself thinking "those actually look quite comfy." [shudder]
3. Archer's peach schnapps, Sambuca and any shooter that traditionally should have had a worm in the bottom. This, in my opinion, is a healthy fear. One that my liver is bound to thank me for.
4. Children. Having them and not having them. But this is blog post all on its own.
5. Heights. I have no issue with climbing up mountains, ladders and ski slopes. I do, however, have an issue with coming down mountains, ladders and ski slopes. I have no desire to bungee jump or sky dive and I think that people who backflip off diving boards should be doing so in straightjackets.
6. Bunion surgery. Yes, bunion surgery. While my love of high heels has done wonders for my outfit options, confidence and calves since I donned my first pair of Spice Girl-inspired platforms at 14, it hasn't done much for the bone structure of my feet. While I have implemented a flats/heels/flats/heels/flats policy Monday to Friday, I fear that unless I am willing to take my podiatrist's advice and swap red soles for Green Cross, this is a fear I am going to have to get over.
7. Parallel parking. How I passed my drivers license first time is a mystery, one only solved by acknowledging God's hand in the outcome. My fear of parallel parking is so entrenched that I avoid it at all costs. I was once considered parallel parking in Parkhurst on a Friday night but after a 713-point turn settled on diagonal parking instead.
8. Leaving things unsaid. I fear losing people I love before getting to tell them what they mean to me, what they've done for me and why they'll be missed. If you happen to be one of my loved ones, or as I call you 'my favourites' then this fear is what drives me to send you mushy random messages, blindside you with a 'deep and meaningful' during halftime and Facebook stalk you so that I never miss an opportunity to comment on how much you rock.
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