Afraid

So I’m 25 years old and I know that I should have grown out of my childhood fears a long time ago, but I am still afraid of thunder. And to a lesser extent, the dark. So thunder at night basically drives me batty.

Last night, I was awoken by an exceptionally loud clap, around 4:30am. I laid in bed, shaken, and waiting for more, but an odd thing happened. There were only three audible rumbles after, and they were the low distant kind. I guess it was a thin strip of severe weather that passed by fairly quickly. I fell back asleep but woke up unrested when my alarm went off.

My point is that perhaps admitting and accepting my fear of thunder will put me on the right track to not being scared anymore. There are a lot of things that I’m working on admitting and accepting. As my high school posse was fond of saying in Spanish class, “Acéptelo” (“Accept it”).