Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Getting Back on the Creativity Road


HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Have you ever doubted yourself? Before you answer, here’s another question.

Have you read The God of the Woods by Liz Moore? I confess it is on my nightstand, ready and waiting. But you all probably know it’s been lauded and applauded and named number one on so many best of 2024 lists. 

So I was– gosh, what word should I use–reassured to see an interview with the author in the New York Times the other day. In which she said, and I quote:  "Every time I write, I convince myself that I can’t possibly stick the landing, and that I’ve written myself into a corner.”

Reds and Readers, I have used those very words. In exactly that same situation. And I just said them, recently, about my book 17. I say: THIS IS NOT GOING TO WORK!

But I recognize it now! You always think this, I say to myself. You always think this way! And it’s always fine. So, I suggest to myself, why don’t you just skip the worry part and go onto the fun. Just let it happen.

Today’s wonderful essay by the brilliant Amy Bernstein goes along that road as well. See what you think.

Short-Circuiting Phobias Through Creativity

By Amy L. Bernstein


It was the summer of 1977 and Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville” was one of the carefree hits playing several times a day on the FM radio dial. But I was not carefree. I was driving my parents’ Pontiac station wagon northward on an unfamiliar highway in Minnesota. The unnervingly straight blacktop seemed to stretch toward infinity as the signs for Fargo reminded me I had strayed far from familiar turf.

My destination was a summer temp job between college semesters. All I remember from that particular day was that I arrived at the job shaking like a leaf. The drive had unnerved me. I never told a soul about my phobia, yet was forced to admit to myself that driving anywhere I had not been before, where I did not already know the route by heart, completely terrified me—even in broad daylight.


Over the decades, this feeling abated—but never completely disappeared. Earlier this very week, I had to bring our car to a new service dealership. I followed GPS scrupulously, but the nerves kicked in yet again when I thought I might have taken a wrong turn. I didn’t, but I was on edge, nevertheless.

What is this about? As a writer, I’m constantly taking all sorts of risks—creatively, emotionally, pushing at the boundaries of craft, experimenting with structure and format, putting my vulnerabilities on the page and also putting myself “out there.”

But in the external world, I’m a bit of a mess. In addition to my driving phobia, I have a lifelong spider phobia (which extends to bugs in general) and an irrational fear of drowning. (I’m terrified of sailboats because I’m convinced we’ll capsized and I’ll get trapped beneath the boat and drown.) Oh, and I almost forgot to mention a bone-rattling fear of steep inclines—on foot or wheels.

When you’ve lived with certain fears long enough, you can’t imagine living without them. They become part of your temperament. Perhaps I compensate for these, uh, quirks by spending considerable time counseling other people on how to manage their fears and self-doubts around expressing their artistic side, so they may joyfully throw themselves into their creative passions.

Put another way, I seek to normalize fears I’m confident I can get a handle on, while accepting those that will always have a handle on me.


“Even when we know our thought patterns aren’t helping, it is so incredibly hard to think differently…,”
writes Nick Trenton in The Art of Letting Go.

As a writer, I give myself permission to think differently—to step outside as many boxes as I can. That helps me to strike a balance with the perceived treacherousness of the physical world.

I will undoubtedly panic again when I lose my way on the road. But when it comes to losing myself in my imagination—and encouraging others to do likewise—I feel right at home.

Readers, do you have any life-long phobias, and if so, what are your tricks for compensating for them, or at least managing so they don’t interfere with your goals?

HANK: Oh, I cannot wait to hear your answers!



Amy L. Bernstein’s new book is for self-doubting creatives, Wrangling the Doubt Monster: Fighting Fears, Finding Inspiration. Learn more about Amy’s books, creative workshops, and book coaching business here


94 comments:

  1. Well, there are things I don't like [like driving, creepy-crawly things, and mice] and I do all I can to avoid them, but I don't necessarily think of that as having a phobia about any of them . . . . At any rate, I mostly deal with mice and creepy-crawlies by letting someone else deal with them so that I don't have to do it myself . . . and that lets me get on with whatever I need to do . . . .

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    1. Joan, just have to say, “Happy National Twins Day” to you and your sister! Elisabeth

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    2. Oh, fun, Elisabeth!
      Happy Twins Day, Joan! (Gillian is a twin, too, right?)
      Happy Twins Day to all our JRW twins!

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    3. Happy Twins Day, from me, too!

      I'll have to wish my husband and mom one, as well!

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    4. Joan, you've got me thinking about what makes an "aversion" a genuine "phobia." I think for me, it's the duration and intensity of the fear. In my case: Forever and Strong!

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    5. Thank you Elisabeth, Judy, and Karen . . . I didn't even realize it was Twins Day . . . .

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    6. Twins day! Fabulous! And what a coincidence--make sure you are here on Friday!

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  2. I am sure that I have some phobias, but not sailboats or spiders or driving someplace new. We keep tennis cans to catch the creepy-crawlies and put them in the garden, or the toilet. I startle when I see mice, but I am not afraid of them. I am terrified of sharks, but I have snorkled in the ocean - heart pounding - but I can do it. But creativity eludes me. Perhaps I have just been too lazy to try.

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    1. Judy, there's no way you're NOT creative! Every human being is creative. You may not even recognize your interests and activities as creative, but surely you're already doing creative activities.

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    2. Judy! With the wonderful comments you make every day--I can assure you that you are incredibly creative!

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  3. Congratulations on the new book, Amy, and thanks for sharing your...quirks!

    I'm phobic about being closed in. I want curtains open, I hate walking through tunnels, and you'll never catch me in a turtleneck. Slithery things freak me out, and that includes larva. I know how good worms are for the soil, but I go into a cold sweat when they creep onto the sidewalk after a rain.

    This struck me: "the perceived treacherousness of the physical world" - during the worst part of the pandemic, I was extra productive in my writing. The only thing I could control was what came out of my imagination, and it was a great respite to lose myself in my books.

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    1. Edith, I totally relate to the cold sweat! How interesting that such different things set us off. I'm fine with worms--but I do get that you're not! And turtlenecks? I practically live in them, but again, I can sense why they'd give you a closed-in feeling. So glad you were able to channel pandemic anxiety into creative productivity!

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    2. Larva. FORGETABOUT IT. SO agree! But I do rely on turtlenecks...

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  5. I love a morning of good serendipity! I recently learned of Amy's book via Jane Friedman's blog and referenced it in my own yesterday [https://fiveyearsawriter.blogspot.com/2024/12/imagination-doubt-and-hope-are.html]. Congratulations, Amy, on your forthcoming book! It sounds life-changing for any reader with any doubts in their life -- and who among us doesn't have doubts of some kind in our life...?

    As for phobias. I don't much like the dark, though I'm not sure my dislike qualifies as a phobia. Where is the line? I have worked hard over the years to not let that fear stop me from, for example, walking to a cottage through the forest on a deep dark night; going down to the basement with only a flashlight to make sure there are no monsters in the corners; taking the garbage and recycling bins out when it's already darks; etc. I talk myself through it and remind myself that the fear exists in my mind -- because if there are monsters in the basement, I'd rather know about them than wonder about them!!

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    1. Amanda, Wow! Thanks for the shout-out in your blog! (Love the photo of you in the twirly skirt!). Yeah, a 'dislike' is not a phobia. Phobias really grab you by the throat and don't let you go. They kind of rock your world with every encounter of the thing you fear. But the monsters in the basement? Oh, they're so real.

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    2. Oh, Amy, please no, don't tell me those monsters are real!!!!!!

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    3. The monsters are protecting you. Just so you know...xoox To them, the word monster is a compliment.

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  6. Hmmm, I have a phobia of big spiders. I am ok with small ones in the home but not big ones IRL or on TV. I think I was traumatized by seeing 2 horror movies with huge spiders whrn I was young.
    Avoidance is my strategy.

    HANK: i listened to THE GOD OF THE WOODS while in Nashville. It was good but it won't make my top reads of 2024.

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    1. Grace, avoidance is my strategy too. Which used to make camping very interesting. And now I avoid encounters as much as possible, including camping! (And also because, well, aging bones on the ground? No thanks.)

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    2. Camping. Not a chance, there is WAY too much that could go wrong. ANd that is why I do not allow my husband to climb a ladder of any kind.

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  7. Welcome to the blog Amy! Raising my hand with doubts every day! I will look forward to this book...

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    1. EVERY DAY! yes, indeed. But you are brave. And have demonstrably succeeded.

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    2. Lucy, we walk with doubt every day--but we are capable of walking past it, as well.

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  8. Not sure if what I have qualifies as a phobia or maybe it's just an irrational fear. Or is that what a phobia actually is? I have a fear of my house burning and since this has happened to me more than once - not this particular house - I don't think it is irrational. I have done everything I can think of to prevent it happening, although not everything can be prevented. So I try not to dwell on it, telling myself it won't happen to this new house, and then I start to worry about other people and their houses.

    Apparently I had this fear when I was a small child, no idea why, but it was many years before I experienced the actual thing. When my mother cleaned out her house and attic before she moved she found a drawing I had made. It was of a small house, maybe a doll house, with flames coming out, and I had written on it: Help! my house is burning. I had no memory of ever drawing it.

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    1. Oh, Judi, that is most definitely a rational fear, especially for you!

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    2. Judi, not to minimize your real-life trauma (and PTSD?), but this sounds like the makings of a fabulous short story!

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    3. Amy, I agree! Judi, that drawing! Wow! Definitely sparks the imagination.

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    4. Totally understandable. of course, you have had your share of fires, so it is never going to happen to you again.

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  9. Turbulence when flying! I was on a flight out of O’Hare during a winter storm when the turbulence was so bad they closed the airport after our flight reported it. That seems to have really kicked the phobia into high gear. I bent a ring while gripping the armrest on one flight, ended up virtually catatonic during a flight in the Cook Islands. Happily the airlines are much better at avoiding storms and disturbed air now so flying is easier for me. But the words, “I’ve asked the flight attendants to take their seats” still strike fear in my heart.

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    1. Same here Lisa! Flying is my only fear/phobia. Having been on several flights with extreme turbulence (people screaming, me puking, flight attendants buckled in argh!). I can’t even think about flying ahead of trips. I prefer driving 100% over airplane travel. And my husband flies weekly for work. I don’t know how he does it! We have a transatlantic trip to France coming up this Spring. Whenever I think about the flying part of the trip I try to shift my thinking to imagining walking through the villages in Provence. Despite my phobia, I am determined to not let it stop me from taking my dream trips in the upcoming years.

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    2. Lisa, I recently experienced a very turbulent flight and I was nearly rigid with fear. "What if...?" I kept asking myself. This is one of the scariest events we subject ourselves to, right?

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    3. When I was really afraid of flying, it was horrible .Debilitating. But now I am--crossing fingers--completely over it. And you are so wise to think of HAVING ARRIVED at the destination. NOT the journey. Being where you want to be. (ANd I do think that flying a lot gets you over the fear.) xxxx Happy Provence!

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    4. STACIA: we were in Europe once when a plane crashed in the Atlantic and I thought, “That’s it, I guess I live here now because there is no way I’m getting on a plane to fly home.”

      AMY: my imagination is very vivid at imagining the sensation of a plan falling from the sky.

      HANK: you are right, flying a lot seems to help.

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    5. Hah, Lisa! Did you mean to write "a plan falling from the sky"? Or a plane. Personally, I love the image of a plan falling from the sky. That plan lands in our hands, safe and sound, and sets us off on a new creative endeavor!

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    6. A plan falling from the sky! It could happen!

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  10. In my early 20s I was terrified of cockroaches. If you've ever had one of those flying ones do a kamikaze dive at you, you know what I mean. I would literally stand across the room and throw shoes at the things. I refused to go close to them. I'm still not sure when that changed, maybe I outgrew it or perhaps they're just so much a part of our existence that I flatten them with ease now. In fact, it is the young folks who come to me and squeal "There's a roach!" and the old lady goes in and kills it.

    I also have that fear of driving new places. Now, it is justified because I have rarely gotten any new place without a minimum of two wrong turns. Again, over the years I have come to accept that this simply is me. Last week I needed to go to the DMV to renew my driver's license. Of course, none of those "handy" satellite offices are anywhere near me. It took me longer to find the place than it did to go through the line and obtain the new license. Then I came out and realized I now had to figure out how to get home. Let's just say that I now am very familiar with lots of the area in my county that I'd never before seen. Way too familiar. Still, I returned unscathed and in possession of a new license that is good for 8 more years. Life is good. -- Victoria

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    1. I'm terrified of cockroaches and always will be! I can't imagine overcoming that--so brava!

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    2. Cockroaches. Horrible .ANd those centipede things. ARGH.

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  11. It's good to know we aren't alone in our fears, I guess. How clever, Amy, to figure out a way to use them to our own advantage.

    Heights have always been terrifying to me, and even if it's just the perception of them, like the floors with paintings of an abyss. Walking across a high glass or otherwise open bridge is a complete impossibility. The day we climbed to the Sun Gate at Machu Picchu was foggy, so I couldn't see the sheer dropoff just a foot from the path, luckily! Equally, luckily, the fog cleared while we were at the top so we could see the incredible view of the valley.

    Yesterday I saw a photo of the young woman who made a groundbreaking climb on El Capitan and my stomach dropped. I can't even look at it. My middle daughter is an accomplished climber, and this has been a challenge for me. I've been with her to a couple different rock faces to watch her gracefully navigate at dizzying heights, and had to clamp my mouth shut so I didn't ruin the experience for her.

    However, I will manage everyone's spiders, worms, and other bugs. Don't ask with help with mice and snakes, though. They're fine, as long as they aren't in the house! Shiver.

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    1. SO agree. Just stay on your own side of the door, creature, and we will be fine.

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    2. Karen, don't be surprised if I have to call you one day to rush over and take care of the bugs (if hubby isn't around). Seriously, the heights thing: I get vertigo. Can't do those shallow steps on Machu Picchu--based on what I've seen. I've had experiences where my whole body froze in mid-climb; it just wouldn't let me continue. Needed a lot of coaxing!

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    3. Amy, Machu Picchu has easy walking, for the most part. Even the pathway up to the Sun Gate, which is hundreds of feet higher, isn't terribly difficult to navigate, although there is a dropoff on one side.The place with the steep, shallow stairway (with no guardrail! Eeek!!) is across the valley, and is called Huaina Picchu. I could no more climb up, and especially down, that peak than I can fly. It's beyond terrifying.

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  12. I have low-grade anxiety about new situations, which makes even doing fun things into a bit of an ordeal. For instance, tonight I'm going to a restaurant to see Mike's bluegrass band play. We invited my Nicaraguan immigrant friends and plan to treat them to a meal. I'm worried that it will be crowded and I won't be able to save a big table, that translating from Spanish to English in a noisy restaurant will be challenging, etc etc. It's going to be a fun time but I'm kind of wishing it were over.

    Driving is an interesting one. When I was young, I loved it. I was the first person in my family to have a license and a car and I drove everywhere. I guess the bad experiences and near misses pile up-- I remember getting lost in Vancouver BC, white-knuckling my way through the Blue Mountains in a snow storm, spinning out from going too fast on the Morrison Bridge. Anyway, now I don't like driving, particularly on the freeways and at night. I just got a new to me EV with lots more range than my old one and I feel like I need to start driving more and get back to the old relaxed driver I used to be, if I can.

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    1. Gillian, I totally relate to the social anxiety! My husband wants to host lots of dinner parties and I'm terrified that no one will have a good time or talk to each other! (To be honest, that never happens.) It's so hard to listen to the calm, inner voice of truth when the anxiety kicks in!

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    2. You know ,I absolutely hate driving. HATE. I am terrified every minute. I agree, Gillian, driving MORE will help.

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    3. Well, driving in Boston is the worst!!

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  13. Oh boy, howdy, Amy! Do I need Wrangling the Doubt Monster! I fight it every single day in terms of my writing. As for phobias, yep, driving to new places is at the top of my list. My best defense is to map out the route on paper and try to fix the details by threes--first three directions, then the next, etc. Does this mean I won't get lost or turned around? Why, no! Then I get off the highway. Take a few deep breaths, ask for help if I'm really confused, take some more deep breaths, and try again.

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    1. Flora, your routine with the maps is so akin to the writing process! Trying to make a work that flows; layering stories; seeking truth...Know that you CAN walk with doubt; it's only one voice, not THE voice.

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    2. Thanks, Amy, I really needed to hear this today!

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  14. Spiders, moths, the dark. And every book I write I am in panic mode for the first 100 pages that it won’t work this time! That’s 58 books now and never gets easier

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    1. Right, Rhys, it doesn't get easier! But doubt is not only a blocker, it is also--often--the fuel we run on to prove to ourselves (and others) that we CAN do this!

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  15. I made it on my own to a new place after having to turn around and go a different way because the way I planned to go was blocked off.The different way also required making a U-turn. I got my haircut by a new person after at least 30 years of going to the same lady back in Minnesota, And I made it back home without turning the gps on my phone back on. Normally I like just having a rut and staying in it so this was a great victory for me. Today I find myself needing to lie low to recover from that “big adventure”.

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    1. Yay, Brenda! The great thing about doing a NEW thing is that we then realize if we did THAT, we can do ANOTHER new thing...until we are practically fearless.

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    2. You got a haircut from a new person??? Yikes. That is the scariest!

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    3. When you move half way across the country, you have to get all new people.

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    1. Sharon, I hope you find the support, encouragement, and inspiration to keep you going in Doubt Monster. Put it next to your laptop or your bedside table and dip in as needed, especially when you want to remember you are not alone with all the doubt!

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    2. Exactly! And congratulations on yet another wild success!

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  17. I wonder if fears a person may have are manifest in ways that present as strange behaviors?

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    1. Well, 'strange' is in the eye of the beholder, yes? Behavior that looks strange to someone may actually be an act of self-protection and/or self-care and comfort to the person who's doing it.

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    2. It's like--do people wear "good luck" talismans? Why? And if they "work," they work...

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  18. Congratulations on your new book, Amy! I had this weird phobia that I have never seen anyone else talk about.

    When I was a preteen, I had this weird phobia that someone would slap my face and I always kept my distance.

    However, there was a major fail. I was at a newsstand looking at a fashion magazine when this hearing lady stepped up behind me and as a deaf person, I had no idea anyone was behind me. I stepped back and that lady freaked out! She had long blond hair and looked like a fashion model, yet when she was yelling at me, her face became ugly. I tried to apologize but she would not accept my apology. The shop owner explained to us that that lady was mentally ill. Even if I could not hear, I KNEW that lady was angry at me for stepping on her toes.

    NEVER ever presume or assume that someone can hear you when you say excuse me. Even if they do not move out of your way, please walk around that person instead of shoving that person. Thank you. And please do Not stand too close behind someone if you do not want your toes stepped on!

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    1. That's not really a fail, for you, Diana, right? More of a misunderstanding/...or a fail on HER part.

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    2. That happened on my first trip to NYC! Thank you, Hank!

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  19. I don’t know if this came about as a result of being stuck inside for so long in 2020, but I developed an anxiety about driving on the freeway. I live in Southern California so there’s no way to avoid driving on a freeway if you want to get anywhere. I would be driving along and suddenly feel like I couldn’t swallow or that my throat was closing. I was okay on surface streets because I could easily pull over, but being on a freeway would start to freak me out. I have since learned that the throat closing fear is a common thing with anxiety. Learning some deep breathing techniques helped me immeasurably so driving isn’t an obstacle any longer. But let’s not talk about snorkeling and knowing I can’t touch the bottom. I deal with that anxiety by staying on the boat while my family goes snorkeling! — Pat S

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    1. Pat S., may I ask if the anxiety started before or after the recent fires?

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    2. Pat, I discovered that snorkeling terrifies me, which feels weird, but there it is. I don't want to be that close to wildlife. And once, I scratched my leg on coral, and that was not fun. Plus, the whole not breathing thing--depending on that tube for air? No thanks.

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    3. Snorkeling! nope nope nope. closest I have ever come to panicking.

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    4. Hank and Amy, I am not a good swimmer, and fear water if I can't touch bottom easily. In the Galapagos when our guide said we'd be snorkeling every day I nearly cried, and told him of my fears. He put me in a life vest, and it was amazing. I happily bobbed along on the surface, able to put my face in or out of the water as needed, with no worries. The payoff was finding a flock of little Galapagos penguins swimming around me for a minute or so.

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    5. Diana, I don’t know which fires you’re referencing, since there have been so many in the last number of years. My anxiety about driving/feeling like I couldn’t breathe was not around the time of any fires near me. The last fire, thankfully, that came anywhere near us was in ‘07. Mine was just good old fashioned anxiety. — Pat S

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  20. Hi, Amy! There are things I'd rather not do: for example, drive an unfamiliar route in the dark in the rain (I don't like driving in the dark and in the rain period). I suppose I used to be afraid of spiders. Having to squish them all myself while The Hubby was overseas and my kids were little pretty much cured that. Who else was around? I couldn't call the neighbor and my 2-year-old son certainly wasn't going to do it.

    I'm not sure any of these rose to the level of phobia, though. Although I do have the ubiquitous "Can I pull it off again?" feeling every time I start a new book.

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    1. EVERY TIME! xxo But--knowing that kind of makes it easier, I think.

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    2. Liz, driving an unfamiliar route in the rain is one of my biggest driving phobias! I vividly remember being a brand new driver, late teens, and having to do that. I was shaking! (And that's apart from the incident I recount in the blog.)

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  21. Hi Amy, thank you for bringing this topic and solutions to JRW"s. Where to begin? Fear of missing out, not being liked, abandoned. These are the 'dragons' that live inside. When I cam to JRW's so many years ago, I thought "I will never meet any of them, so I am just going to be me. So glad today that you all know my authentic self. Still have the social fears as I approach any group larger than, say 5 people, I have to chant "you can do this, you can do this, just be yourself.." that's me Coralee the little engine that sorta can.

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    1. Coralee, your comments--and this entire thread--are reminding me that we need to show one another grace and kindness and compassion. And never assume we know what someone else is going through! I've gotten so much better at that as I've gotten older; one of the gifts that comes with age, I think.

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  22. When I was much younger, cockroaches freaked me out. No more. Not bothered at all now. Snakes are a different story. I don't think I will bond with any. I'm afraid of heights in a way. Specifically, edges. I'm afraid of edges with a drop. I had trouble watching a video of workmen on my roof, walking along the edge like it was a sidewalk. Gives me the shivers!

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    1. It’s so interesting, isn’t it? How that would not bother some people one bit… And other people faint with terror. And you are probably completely brave about other things. Xxx

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  23. My top phobia is probably jumping insects, such as grasshoppers and crickets. I even know from whence it came, as my brother used to try and put grasshoppers down the back of my shirt when we were growing up. Another phobia is mice. And, I don't know what I was thinking of when I said jumping insects was at the top of the list because heights are terrifying, especially outdoor heights. I was watching a program about how our national parks came into existence, and seeing pictures of men and women standing on the edge of a cliff or a rock outcropping sent shivers up my spine. I envy those who can stand at the edge of a cliff and look down at a beautiful beach scene or a fast flowing river or creek.

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    1. You are so wonderful! I would much, rather, much, rather! stand on the edge of a precipice, than have an insect jump on me. That’s pretty hilarious.

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    2. When we were waiting for help on the shoulder of the NJ Turnpike, traffic whizzing by at top speed, I told my husband I'd rather be slammed by a fast-moving vehicle than to risk letting the billions of ants milling on the ground to climb up my legs. So I sat in the car. The ants and I both survived.

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  24. Hank, I just had that exact same conversation with myself this morning--"This is crazy, it's never going to work, what was I even thinking, etc." So this is the perfect post!
    I'm not crazy about heights--no desire to go up the Eiffel Tower! And an unexpected cockroach can still make me shriek occasionally!
    Amy, I think your book is just what I need to power my way through the rest of mine!

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    1. We will persevere!

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    2. Deborah, that's great to hear (about Doubt Monster, not the cockroaches!). We need not walk alone with our doubts. Or let them stop us cold, either.

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  25. How fabulous! Creativity is always a battle with doubt - thanks so much for this lovely post, Amy! It's very inspiring.

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    1. Creativity is always a battle with doubt. That is so profound, truly, Jenn . Xxx

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  26. I am so late to this day's party! It's nearly 9:30 PM. My phobia situation is one of the reptilian kind... Snakes and Alligators. Just thinking about them makes me shake all over. Like Indiana Jones when he said "I hate snakes, Jock! I hate 'em" I, I am in total agreement with that statement. I'm not sure if my fearfulness may be enhanced by a memory of myself as a toddler in an outdoor playpen and the exact moment my mother discovered that the "necklace" around my neck was moving and she let out a blood-curdling scream. My response was instantaneous...by screaming too....which in turn made the snake fall off me and hit the playpen floor with a loud thud. It then made a dizzying zigzagging slithering retreat out of the playpen onto the grass and into the woods....thankfully. But not before that memory became embedded in my head FOREVER! I'm not sure what set off the alligator phobia as I have never encountered one but it could be the sight of them in action that puts me in a tailspin. So much so that a close friend for years has teased the hell out of me with her jokes or stories about gators in Florida. The latest one being that she had rented the penthouse in a Disney World hotel assuring me that I would be safe from all alligators at that level if I came to visit her and the family. I told her with my luck one of those crafty creatures would somehow find its way into the penthouse and crawl under my bed or into my closet. My friend's response was ~ "Are you crazy? The alligator's "arms" are too short to press an elevator button. :)
    My other phobia is fear of fire so much so that we nearly bought the only stand alone condo in our neighborhood because I did not want to share a firewall with anyone else. We never did sign on the dotted line for that one because it was not in an ideal location within the complex. But I still often obsess over our final choice that came with a better view and zero public foot traffic as to whether our attached neighbors diligently change out their smoke alarm batteries.

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    1. Oh my goodness, that snake story is the most jaw-dropping astonishing thing I have ever ever ever heard. In my life!

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    2. Alligators on the elevator! Hilarious!

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    3. Gee, Evelyn, thanks a lot for reminding me that when I was a kid, there was a daddy long legs on my neck (yes, my whole body is feeling squidgy now). An adult laughed and took it off me. I. Was. Not. Laughing!!!!

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