I hate scary movies.
When the scary music starts I leave the room.
If I have can’t escape, I slouch down in my chair, cover my ears and close my eyes. Really.
It all started with a movie I saw with I was seven or eight years old.
First Man Into Space.
An astronaut flies too close to the sun and comes back to earth as a monster.
Maybe that is a part of the reason that scary is so hard for me.
But the problem is that what is tried and true;
What I know and am comfortable with;
What I have done before and done for so long;
No longer works.
At least it no longer works the way it once did.
And so I am left with this choice.
Holding on for dear life to what is safe or risking the scary which is unknown and uncertain and which will push me in directions I have not gone before and which will have as much or more of a chance of failure as success.