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What's something you've always wanted to do, but have been afraid to?

I'm afraid of a lot of things. A lot of the time. But hey, I read a quote from Mark Twain once: Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.

I've always wanted to:

1. Get my nose pierced
2. Get a tattoo (just a small one, Mom!)

With these, the major hurdles are fear of pain and fear of alienating Tim. It irritated him enough when I chopped my hair off. I'm not sure he could handle more piercings and body art.

3. Quit my job

Not like I haven't done that before. But I'd love to work full time on a book. I could get published. Really. I might have to self publish to do it. Major fears associated with this: bankruptcy, failure.

4. Take a cruise

My luck, I'd have hideous seasickness the whole time. That's the only fear. Well, that and the fact that a while back, people kept disappearing from cruise ships, never to be heard from again.

5. Be open and honest

I'm probably more open and blabby, in general, than most people. But sometimes I wish I could say whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Fear of offending and fear of mortal embarrassment top the list there. I'd be more specific about details, but I'm afraid, remember?

Which of these am I most likely to do? Nose piercing. It's not permanent if I decide it was a bad decision. And it really affects no one but me. Despite what my guy might think.

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