There are very few things in this world that honestly, really scare me.
There are birds. I’m terrified of birds, always have been. I have no idea why. They appear harmless. I think it’s all the flapping. And the possibility they might come over and peck me.
I’m afraid of being broke and/or in debt. That terrifies me. Probably because I was both when my children were really small and I was just so afraid I would never find my way out of that. I never, ever want to be there again.
Other than that, almost nothing.
I saw that this morning as I was driving to work. And it made me cry. Literally cry. Because it was so. freaking. scary.
We went outside this morning and the smoke was thick in the air. At the children’s school it looked like a mushroom cloud of smoke over the building. When I drove onto the exit ramp (cloverleaf) onto the Highway it was right in front of me. It was really, truly shocking.
I hate fire. I think if I’m going to be afraid of something, this is a good thing to be afraid of.