Saturday, May 14, 2011

A Fraidy Cat Goes to Rehab...Wanna Come Along?

Hello. I guess my daily title caught your attention didn't it? My name is Carol Anne, and I'm a fraidy cat. I don't think you'd suspect that if you saw me walking down the street. But, behind the mask I wear beats a heart of pure, weak-kneed jelly. I'm afraid of snakes. I'm afraid of making a fool of myself in public. I'm afraid of going where no fraidy cat has gone before. I'm afraid my children will learn my fraidy cat ways and become fraidy cats in their own right. I'm afraid of making mistakes. I'm afraid of not fitting in. I'm afraid of failure. I'm afraid of success. I'm afraid of rotten grapefruit. (I'm not sure, but I don't think there is a name for that phobia. Can one of you check?) I'm afraid the past will come back to haunt me.

Now that last one got you to sitting on the edge of your seat, didn't it? Well, lean in closer because here's my deepest, darkest secret: I'm afraid that all the work I did in 12+ years of homeschooling will come back to haunt me when and if my children fail to thrive as adults. Whew! I'm glad that confession is over. You can sit back now. It doesn't get any juicer than that. At least for now, I guess.

In honor of that last greatest fear, I will soon launch a blog called Fraidy Cat Homeschooler. But, this one--this one is for you whether you homeschool or not! Whether you are a fraidy cat or know a fraidy cat, whether you are a closet fraidy cat or have come out of the closet, whether you know for sure that you are a fraidy cat or just fearfully suspect you are one, this little corner of cyberspace is just for you! A place where everyone knows your name: fraidy cat. A safe haven for you to come in from the fear and breathe deep and easy knowing you are among friends.

This blog is a work in progress. I hope you'll come by from time to time to check on me and to check on your own progress in your own fraidy cat rehab. In fact, I'm afraid you won't. I hope you'll tell your friends to come by. In fact, I'm afraid you won't. I hope you'll learn to laugh along with me as I enter into fraidy cat rehab. (There'll be lots of chocolate. BYOC, of course.) Somewhere along this journey, I hope we will both feel a little less fearful than we were today.
Shivering in my timbers...

1 comment:

  1. SO many stories to share! I hate to bring up the memory of it, but how about when you broke your leg? The weeks of rehab?