Since retirement from nursing 6 years ago, I’ve found that as each year passes, I’m more fearful of things that wouldn’t have bothered me at all when I was younger.
An example is this overgrown path I discovered while out walking one of my usual trails.
It took me three times peering down the entry to the path before I finally got up the courage to walk the length of it.
Once I finally decided to check it out, I laughed at myself more than once for startling at the least little breeze that would rustle the dry autumn leaves close to me.
I wonder what it is that makes us more fearful as we age – or is it just me?
“Do one thing every day that scares you.”
~ Eleanor Roosevelt