I want to show you this. I was in New York very shortly before 9/11/01. My friend actually sent this picture to me on 9/10/01. When I say that day changed my life, I mean it with every bit of passion I can muster. This girl is me… I weighed close to 300, had braces on my arms, could barely walk, and I was scared to death of my own shadow let alone heights!!! I almost didn’t Go up the stairs to go outside for this picture on top of The World Trade Center.
For most of my life, fear paralyzed me. I remember the elevator ride up, and how they spoke of the protections in place because of previous attacks. This photo was taken at 9am.
I went home, my friend sent the picture and I was sitting at home showing this to my then husband explaining the beauty and how proud I was of the fact that I had gone up and faced that fear… The next morning the towers were gone… And my fears intensified.
It took a year, and hell, but I woke up from that knowing I was forever changed. Sure, I am still afraid. Writing this blog is scary to me… But I do it… Because as scary as life can be… Living under a rock or in a shell of your own making is not living. A little fear is healthy.
Don’t let anyone steel your joy and your ability to live… Even yourself!
Try something you have always wanted to try… I promise, you will be really happy you did!!!! The view is incredible.