Happy New Year dear reader! I don’t know about you, but yesterday I felt the magic of a brand new year. It felt like I was given a brand new journal to fill out. A fresh start. My husband says it’s a beginning of new cycle — hence the feeling of a new season. True, right? It’s like you’re given a license to ‘start over’ 🙂
So then I started thinking what I wanted to do different this year. Like a gazillion people all over the world, I wanted to live healthier this year. I needed to exercise regularly, like my husband. Now that we’ve got a DVD player and I’ve got a few workout DVDs, I no longer have an ‘excuse’ not to exercise. I could also start running around our community again because our toddler gets the whole concept that if I leave the house, for sure I’ll be back.
I was already in my jogging pants (not because I had planned on exercising on the first day of the year, but because it was cooler than usual the night before). I decided to run…um…err…brisk walk at 8pm. Little did I know, a number of people in our community decided to walk their dogs at 8pm too. Oh boy! My heart started racing really fast, not because of how I was walking but because….um…I’m scared of dogs.
I grew up thinking dogs would bite me and then I’d get loads of shots (which I’m terrified of too!). The only dogs I can be around are my in-laws’ dogs because they seem to like me and they are oh so calm and cool. But other dogs? Man, I’m shakin’ inside but I can’t show it because I don’t want my kids to grow up scared of dogs too. I wanted to go home after walking around the community once. But what was I gonna say to my husband who is such a dog lover? What message would that send to my kids about conquering one’s fear? Quit when you’re scared?!
So yes dear reader, I conquered my fear of dogs. I had too. Before I noticed the extra ordinary numbered of dogs out last night, I was praying. Then I got distracted and got all scared. Then I thought of all the possible horrible situations that could happen to me. Then I wanted to quit. Then I decided I couldn’t quit. I didn’t want to quit. Then I remembered what I’d always tell my eldest — when you’re scared, talk to God. So I did. My prayer went something like — “dear God, please don’t let any dog bite or eat me tonight” and then I kept on talking to Him and it took my eyes off them dogs.
What a message to start the year! I’ll come face to face with a lot of my fears this year, for sure. I can either hide inside my shell or I can keep on walking while talking to God. There’ll be a lot of crazy sounding prayers but I’ll be able to reach the finish line each and every single time. And hopefully I’ll lose a lot of unwanted baggage (and weight) in the process!!!