It was greed that propelled me. I was about seven or eight years old at the time of this birthday party for a young, family friend. The food was fine; the company was good. And then it was dessert time. Birthday cake was served to the guests, including myself. Wanting more of the sweet icing, I asked for another piece of cake.
There’s no more birthday cake, they replied, only cheesecake.
A cheesey cake? I remember thinking to myself. Okay, weird, but if it’s like the birthday cake, yay for me.
I took one bite and nearly gagged. They were serious when they told me it was cheese cake. There was cheese in my cake! I went and returned the offensive dessert back to the adults.
Cake and cheese are two items that should never mix. Never!
When my sister sent a text advertising national cheesecake day, I just shook my head. No way, nuh uh, not me.
I have never tried cheesecake since that day.
The memory and even the aftershocks from the one mouthful are enough to repel me from cheesecake.
I understand that many people tend to love this dessert, to the point of joyful tears even. And I’m fine with that. But not me.
How often do we stop ourselves from trying things because of fear?
Being afraid is a huge stumbling block for me. I can talk myself into all manner of detours, rather than try to plow ahead. Except that when I don’t try, then nothing can happen. No changes can be made. When I don’t try at all, there isn’t even an attempt to work from. The slate stays blank and there is no impact.
What is one thing that you can try this coming week? (Bonus points to you if it involves tackling a fear!)
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