I have some unreasonable fears – heights, driving on ice, running out of money during my retirement.
OK – maybe these fears are not entirely unreasonable, since people do fall from heights, driving on ice can lead to accidents, and some people do run out of money during retirement.
But realistically, these fears are not reasonable and should not put a damper on my normal day-to-day life. I don’t know why I’m afraid of heights and there is a weirdness about this particular dread. I’m not afraid to be in tall buildings, but I don’t want to stand by the windows or on the ledges. I don’t mind flying at all. Well, I mind flying, but it’s not about the height. The first time I ventured out onto our balcony, I was like a cartoon character hugging the building and panicky at the idea of standing by the balcony railing. Now, no accelerated heartbeat at all. It’s completely normal. I stand or sit on the balcony several times a day. There was no conscious plan to conquer the unreasonable fear. I just calmed down about it and the balcony does not cause me any terror now. But those wacky sightseeing spots with the glass/plexiglass floors like at the Sears Tower and at the Grand Canyon – I’m never gonna go there. Really, who thinks that’s fun?
I’m very cautious during winter driving, so my fear of driving on ice is puzzling. I’m pretty sure the worst thing that could happen is that I could be in a low-speed accident. My car could be damaged, but I’d probably be OK. As much as possible, I avoid the situation. It’s not often that I absolutely must drive in icy, snowy weather. I can usually postpone any driving errands until the next ice-free day. Commuting to jobs on public transportation takes the workday hassle away.
Financial planning for retirement is just one step saner than gambling. I can use the example of my genetics to see that the women in my family live almost a century. I should plan on retirement funds lasting a long, long time. How can I predict the returns on my investments? There’s a strong (but stupid) urge to put my money under the mattress. And start a big garden. And move someplace where my money will go farther – like Costa Rica. But I need my money to continue growing, I’m not a fan of the work required for big gardens and big weeds, and I don’t enjoy a hot climate where I don’t speak the language or understand the currency (at least not currently). I’m healthy now, but what does the future hold? I’m sure my mom did not foresee her very expensive living situation. I hold a faint hope that social service agencies could help me if I got into a financial predicament. I can cheer up because a lot of other folks are in the same boat with me. Surely all our millions of heads can find a solution for our collective financial fears. But meanwhile, I’m saving money as fast as I can.
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