I had a dream last night: I was on a road trip in the country when I got the notion to turn off a side road for a variation in scenery.
I drove to a bucolic village out of which stretched an extremely steep and curved road. I stopped, backed up, and then gunned the little car I was driving and just barely chugged to the top.
Once there, I saw I had come upon a steep ravine. The road extended onto a bridge over a deep valley with two or three rivers below. But the bridge was not solid. It consisted of a narrow strips of iron grating that looked like open netting—simply impassable. But then I saw it was possible to cross if I made certain the tires balanced on two narrow, framed-out grids. It looked treacherous, but I really wanted to be brave. I wanted to do it.
I took several minutes to assess, took in a big breath and proceeded. I did not look down. I made it across. Once there, I drove back. The second time across, I dared myself to look down, with nothing but air (no protective rails or safety anything) between me and the open canyon below.
That's the end. I awoke, glad I conjured up the nerve to traverse the old bridge. (I do not frequently succeed in my dreams.)
Today I clicked open my favorite rag to read Floyd Norris' NY Times blog headline: "Job Losses Are Scarier Now." I studied his analysis, "...why consumer fears can be much greater than they were when the overall unemployment rate was higher."
I decided not to be afraid. That's it.