There’s nothing to fear…but maps and clowns


More on Oregon later, first things first, let’s get down to picking a Self FitKit winner…




Emily, expect an email from me requesting your mailing address!

Everyone else, stay tuned, there are more giveaways up my sleeve.

Okay, now back to regularly scheduled blogging.

The Fella paid me a pretty interesting compliment the other day, and it got me thinking.  We were talking about my “Say Yes” attitude to life.  Basically, whatever opportunity, no matter how scary or how random, I’ll do it.  He said something along the lines of, “You’re one of the only people I’ve ever met who isn’t afraid of failure.”

Sweet, but untrue.

I am just as afraid of failure as the next person.  Hell, the upcoming release of my book scares the bejebus out of me.

What I am not, is afraid of being afraid.

It’s quite possible that there’s something screwy in my wiring, but I’m pretty comfortable with fear.  In fact, fear has always seemed like a good sign to me. A sign that something is worth working for.  Let’s just say it’s a good thing we’re not scavenging the Earth as hunters and gatherers anymore—I’d probably try to pet a lion.

The positive aspect of this quirk of mine is that I’ve achieved some pretty neat things in my thirty years.  The negative is that I can often be less compassionate than I’d like to be about other peoples’ fears.

According to my mom I’ve always had this “sure, why not” attitude.  On Parent’s Day in first grade my teacher asked if anyone could point out New York on a map.  I immediately raised my hand, stood up, realized I had no idea where my home state was, and proudly pointed out Oregon.

I thought about this aspect of my personality all weekend (as I was hanging out in a recording studio in Michigan, reading aloud my life story). And, I have to say, this may just be my most favorite part of myself.

I think it’s okay to write that.  I mean, how much of my life is spent harping on my least favorite parts of myself?  A lot—too much.

If I have children one day, and they can inherit anything from me, I hope it is the part of me that can throw myself headfirst into the world, no matter how scary it is, and see what happens.


What is your favorite part of your personality?




Smoothie: Almond milk, banana, vegan protein powder, Better ‘n Peanut Butter



Bagged lunch: Greek yogurt and a salad with walnuts, craisins, and goat cheese



Pasta and grilled tofu.  Not my most creative meal.

Exercise: 45-minute Zumba (my first class since being out of the cast!)



  1. Good question….I think my favorite thing about myself is that I have never met a stranger. I have met so many interesting people because of it.


  2. What a cute story about Parents Day. ;) Your post got me thinking about fear itself. If you are comfortable with fear, does that make it less of a fear? Does that make sense? In any case, I think you’re right. Having the confidence to “just go for it” is such a good quality to have!


  3. Also, is it just me, or does it seem like your book can’t come soon enough? ;)


  4. Hmmm. I actually have to think about that. Is that kind of sad? It seems like it should be sad. I definitely admire your fearlessness. I wish I was more fearless. I think my favorite part about me is my loyalty. Loyalty is a very under rated trait these days. Loyalty, compassion and telling the truth even if it’s awkward. Even when it results in a fight. I like everything to be out in the open whenever possible. Not everyone likes that about me but man do I hate secrets. Especially in partner relationships and among families. Secrets always seem to end up causing more trouble than they save.


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