climbing the mountain

[Guest guest]

Dear wonderful posters, If you can bear another of my Ko-analogies, I came up

with a really

good one this morning. It's as if I was born with a special talent for mountain

climbing, and

nada, seeing this, made sure I grew up with an absolute death-terror of heights.

So now, I

have to spend half my day talking myself out of the phobia, and I can only spend

about half

the day climbing. Luckily I have a real affinity for it, so I can climb as high

in half a day as

most people do in a whole day. But I still have to live the the handicap, and

the sorrow of it,

and the shame of having to spend half a day or more psyching myself up to climb,

when of

course my dishrag dad feels I should not have to...and the isolation of having

noone know or

understand that my climb comes at such a cost. And the frustration of waking up

with the

same d*mned phobia every day--the fight only lasts awhile; there seems to be an

endless

supply of the phobia though. It's like weebles--it keeps cropping up.

'Climbing' here means living life in any aspect, but in particular working at

our jobs or the

things we were meant to do (such as your art form, walking).

Charlie

[Guest guest]

Hi Charlie - Your post is an excellent description of what we have

to overcome. I don't think I have any phobias, but I have to

overcome so much negative programming, especially every working

day. And it is frustrating to know that I am AGAIN dealing with the

same thing, just to get myself to where I was before in order to do

what has to be done on a daily basis. In this area, I think my

progress is even more minute than baby steps. I am also still

learning about myself in this area. (Sometimes I really, really

wish this schooling would end!)

Sylvia

>

> Dear wonderful posters, If you can bear another of my Ko-

analogies, I came up with a really

> good one this morning. It's as if I was born with a special

talent for mountain climbing, and

> nada, seeing this, made sure I grew up with an absolute death-

terror of heights. So now, I

> have to spend half my day talking myself out of the phobia, and I

can only spend about half

> the day climbing. Luckily I have a real affinity for it, so I can

climb as high in half a day as

> most people do in a whole day. But I still have to live the the

handicap, and the sorrow of it,

> and the shame of having to spend half a day or more psyching

myself up to climb, when of

> course my dishrag dad feels I should not have to...and the

isolation of having noone know or

> understand that my climb comes at such a cost. And the

frustration of waking up with the

> same d*mned phobia every day--the fight only lasts awhile; there

seems to be an endless

> supply of the phobia though. It's like weebles--it keeps cropping

up.

>

> 'Climbing' here means living life in any aspect, but in particular

working at our jobs or the

> things we were meant to do (such as your art form, walking).

>

> Charlie

>