Conquering my fears

Since my fall when I shattered my femur, I sometimes have been afraid—afraid that I’ll get too tired if we invite friends to our house for dinner and they stay too late, afraid that I’ll get too tired if I drive from Dallas to Denton to visit my daughter, afraid that I’ll be too tired if I take a long walk.

Sometimes, I need to honor my fears and be cautious. It has taken me a long time to rebuild the strength in my leg and increase my stamina.

But, sometimes, too, I need to forge ahead despite my fears.

This summer, when I was in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, with my family, my daughter, Mary Elizabeth, suggested that we could walk from our cabin to the Blue Spring Heritage Center and have a picnic lunch. My first reaction was fear—fear that I wouldn’t have the stamina for the return trip—which is uphill.

But, I did it. It took us 36 minutes to get to the Blue Spring—and 58 minutes to get back.

I was tired when we returned to our cabin, but proud of myself. Exhilarated. The long journey with Mary Elizabeth was fun, and we had a delightful lunch sitting on a park bench next to the bright spring.

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