I’ve been out, went fishing with my Dad. And here is what I have to say about it.
THE CRITTER COVE FISHING TRIP
I caught a salmon in the morning, and a seal steeled it. Then, I caught another, bigger, salmon, and a sea lion stole it. Almost took my pole after running through my line and I realized.
This is fun.
It’s hard for me to commit to dinner, let alone a birthday party a few weeks down the line.
But when my Dad called and asked me if I wanted go fishing, my fear skipped a beat. Sounds ridiculous but, it doesn’t matter what the occasions is, it’s hard to say yes, when you fly by the seat of your pants. So I thought…
Gosh, when is the last time I went fishing with my Dad. When will be the last time to do this?
The uncertainty caused a pressure that made me commit.
So there I was. Committed, phobic, anti-everything, and found myself saying yes… six months ago. To the trip.
I had anxiety about he whole idea before I said yes.
Anxiety about what?
Waking up at sunrise to catch some fish?
And enjoy some beer alongside some trees sprinkled with eagles on top?
What was my hang up?
I spent a lot of time brewing in anxiety which will always end in a No.
When I should be a Yes. And it takes a skipper on a boat anal about the bate and the tide and depth of the lines.
To make me realize.
Just say Yes.
It could be a wedding, a dinner, a trip to Miami or Vegas, it doesn’t matter what the occasion is. Once you get there you realize..
When is the last time I hooked a fish, and watched a seal steal it, after you fight a sea lion, that practically ate your rod? Don’t think about what’s going to happen when you get there. Just ignore your comfortable relationship with anxiety that fuels a NO. And say YES.
Sea lion image available from Shutterstock.
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Last reviewed: 30 Jul 2013