Last spring, I was driving to a work function in Denver, I was driving down the freeway when suddenly, I felt something hit me. All of the sudden, I saw the front end of my 2001 Toyota Tacoma pickup truck getting pushed into the back of a crossover vehicle. I was in the middle of a rear-end collision on southbound I-25.
I walked away without an injury. My truck on the other hand was totaled.
While I have a new vehicle to get me around, and insurance has taken care of the financial burdens of the accident, I’m now anxious to drive in traffic. Hell, when a 12 pack of pop slid from one end of my bed to the cab wall, I was jumpy.
I’m just wondering why the hell am I such a wuss about this? People have been in way worse accidents. People have been injured in accidents. I’m letting this little accident – where I was rear ended at a slow-speed and walked away with no injury – control me.
I’m saying this because I missed a concert I wanted to see on Monday in Denver. I was so petrified at driving down to Denver that I missed a concert. I wasted money on a ticket to a show I didn’t go to because my fear kept me at home.
What other fears am I letting control my life? Fear of rejection might be keeping me single. (But I’m lying to myself in thinking I’m happy about being single.) I’m a coward when it comes to confronting others. Instead of expressing how I feel, I find myself as a doormat.
Is fear OK? I think so. But I wonder if my fears in life are keeping me from enjoying life. There sure as hell kept me from enjoying a concert earlier this week.