Work in Progress

I am continually reminded how much I am a work in progress. I've known for some time that my ophidiophobia was debilitating in many ways. Although I kept telling myself that it all comes down to mind over matter, I could only know it at a logical level, not actually live it.

While fishing, Aaron told me that I should not look at the water and that I should probably get up and walk toward the truck. He rarely says, "There's a snake," as he knows even that much can freak me out. It was such a simple decision - deceptively so easy - I simply chose to stay. I watched the snake swim around the bend of the lake toward me,. I watched it swim no more than four feet from me. And although I'm sure my heartbeat did quicken, there was no panic.

Always a work in progress... just remembering this scene is making me tense up now... but baby steps, baby steps...