The Fear is Real

Shake it up:

Here I am in Tucson, Arizona, smiling hugely from way up high. I look giddy with happiness. Truthfully, I was giddy with fear. You can’t see how hard I’m shaking. My entire being! With my heart in my throat! I remember entertaining an irrational fear that the wind might blow me off, and a brief concern that my husband or someone else might push me, you know, just for giggles. He’d never do such a thing, but my mind goes in weird places when I’m terrified. Does yours?

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