The other day I was walking my dogs around the lake. We had arrived at the nature trail section of the route, which is, generally, the easiest part. Soft, earthy paths to walk on, no cars driving past, and usually no other people or pets, either. It is a verdant, secluded walk through the shady woods, and even on oppressively hot days I feel comfortable and protected back there.
As we meandered along, a motion on the ground caught my eye. Glancing over, I saw a small black snake with long yellow stripes slithering sideways across the trail. Startled, I caught my breath as my heart began to pound, just a little bit.
"It's ok," I told myself. "It is only a snake. You are not afraid of snakes. You are only afraid of mice. And rats. And cats." Immediately, I felt ever so much better. I am only afraid of rodents and felines, not reptiles.
...unless the reptile is a giant, flesh-eating crocodile lurking in the bayou. I am afraid of those, but anybody would be.
What are you afraid of?