Just sitting in the car (yeah, traffic) thinking and i realised that i have developed a strong distinction between two things.

1. I am very sacred of a lot of things (like stuffing up things that are important).

2. However, I certainly don’t let that fear ever get in the way. I often live cautiously, but very much on the edge.

For example, i am what people would call “afraid” of heights. In the given situation my heart beat raises, i feel a small sweat on my brow, i think “what a terribly long way to fall” but on the flip side i put on a confident face and love the exhilerating feeling… I guess its the same each time i race, i know its gonna hurt-very much… But i think i’m addicted to adrenoline or something 🙂

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