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  • Kimberly Hula 10:48 am on February 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , dental fear, dentist, dentophobia, needle fear, needle phobia, odontophobia, overcoming fears, trauma, trust, trypanophobia, xanax   

    “A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.” 

    “He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.”
    ― Arundhati RoyThe God of Small Things

    You can run a search on the word “fear” and find it peppered throughout this blog.  What is a year of adventure if not a campaign to conquer fear?  Note: this is not a complaint: For someone who proclaims to be afraid of everything this attitude can only help.  Fear is but a trick of the mind, right?  And I’ve celebrated fantastic victories.  I’ve battled fear!  Defeated fear!  I’ve committed to quiet asides with fear, and went so far as to share certain fears.  To be FAIR (get it?!) I’m a stronger woman for it, and I feel forever changed.  But, through it all I’ve been selective.  You see, skydiving and trapeze swinging and frozen baptisms all feel like childs play in comparison to the one pursuit I’ve kept at bay.  Because now, inevitably and begrudgingly, I’ve found myself in the place I fear the most:

    Dear reader, I had to visit the dentist.40435_897073625260_1968649_n

    Please understand that I’m not in the habit of admonishing dentists.  In fact, if I’m to be honest, the only dentists I’ve known have been lovely – leaving me trauma-free, and smile ready.  So why the ire?  Why do I consider this THE FEAR of ALL FEARS?  And when I say FEAR I am not in jest.  Think sleepless nights and mid-day panic.  Think expertly chewed nails and avoidance for a long, long time.  I’m ashamed to admit 6 years too long.  All for a profession that has only ever been kind to me in the past.

    I mean it when I say that it’s me, not them.

    That’s because this doesn’t have to do with dentists, and has everything to do with needles.   (More …)

     
    • eatveggiesdrinkwine 9:42 am on April 16, 2016 Permalink

      Congratulations, Kimberly! I know this fear and avoidance intimately, so I am doubly impressed with your courage. Practicing yoga and meditation is what helped me to finally stop bursting into tears at a doctor’s mere mention of needle-work. I still don’t love it, but I can deal with it now. I have also learned to appreciate the silver lining of this fear — I’m never going to get a tattoo that I’ll regret later.

    • Sam 8:22 pm on May 11, 2017 Permalink

      Kimberly, I was trying to begin a twitter account with the same name as yours (@52Adventures). This was the easiest way I could come up with to get in touch with you. I was wondering if you would contact me if you no longer use that particular twitter handle and would like to give it a new home with all new adventures. Please contact me if this might work. Thanks!

  • Kimberly Hula 7:27 am on February 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , 2016 Walt Disney World marathon, 26.2 miles, , redemption,   

    “You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.” 

    “The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
    ― John BinghamNo Need for Speed: A Beginner’s Guide to the Joy of Running

    2016 may seem to some like a bit of a paradox.  Here we have an encore of 2010 – a resolve to commit to a year of adventures so as to broaden our exposure to the world and challenge our inhibitions.  It’s a vast scope of work and one could argue that there are limitless adventures to undertake.  So why, in a world of such potential, would I elect to do something I’ve already done?

    12540870_10103628520318000_361795023563503039_nI haven’t defined an adventure because each experience is unique to the individual.  One man’s ‘been there, done that‘ is another’s worst fear confirmed.  Even more, I’m an adventuring one-hit wonder.  Despite my best efforts I can never replicate an experience.  The set up, the sensation, the reflection, all changes.  While this helps keep life spicy (see: experience, spice of life), it also comes at a cost.  You see, I think fondly on my past year of adventure.  Sometimes I’d do just about anything to feel as unencumbered as free as I did when I first jumped out of a plane, or spoke into a microphone, or fell in love.  These are the memories we’d sooner remake, so it was with some trepidation that I embarked on Adventure #2, and ran my first marathon in 11 years.

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  • kittycurry 11:13 pm on February 18, 2016 Permalink | Reply  

    I’m My Own Knight in Shining Armor 

    I generally don’t have a tough time shining a light on myself, but there was definitely something unnerving about posting my poetry all over town.

    Poetry_3It was a writing practice, most of all, as first I’d have to actually write something, but it was also the ultimate test of self-assuredness: Releasing an intimate piece of myself out into the world and not being able to control or even know how it was received – like swimming in the iddle of a dark, vast ocean, not knowing what might be lurking, or like being an amateur porn star, not knowing who in your life might see your …. I think you get the point – and maintaining a healthy sense of self anyway. Not with the flick of an ego-driven “just don’t give a fuck,” but with an open heart to potential judgment and yet an unwavering willingness to have your own back.

    It’s not necessary to whip out your entire soul and flaunt it everywhere you go just to test this, but on the other hand, restraining and hiding parts of yourself out of fear of judgment is an exercise in d
    ying. I want to live – and nothing personal, but not for you and your opinion of me.

    Most of my best writing comes in a flash, so, despite having ignored her for awhile, I grabbed ahold of my muse next came she around and fervently wrote things down before they escaped without record. I probably should dote on my babies a bit more, coddle and nurture them, but I’m just not that kind of girl. I let my words hang loose on a page, and that’s usually pretty close to the final version. Here and there, I dawdle on finding the perfect word and placement, but it’s more or less exactly what came out of me in the first place.
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    • eatveggiesdrinkwine 9:50 am on April 16, 2016 Permalink

      I love this adventure and your writing. I would be thrilled to randomly see your poetry on a lamppost. And I think I might hang these sentences somewhere I can read them daily: “[R]estraining and hiding parts of yourself out of fear of judgment is an exercise in dying. I want to live – and nothing personal, but not for you and your opinion of me.” Perfection! Thank you for adventuring and sharing.

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