“Hang your worries, trash your… ‘sraef’?”

Bulletin boardA number of people didn’t get it, but I got the message of Ketia’s interactive bulletin board. It’s “Hang your worries, trash your fears”… The purpose of this board was to put some of your worries on the little t-shirts (cut out using the letter press at FYI), thus hanging them up, and then trash your fears (written so that it looks like the word is falling into the can), by writing them on the papers, and then throwing them in the waste receptacle that Ketia so kindly provided. Me, I usually hang my worries similarly in my life, but I also hang my fears… though with a noose instead of a clothespin. I kill the little devils, and then bury them, conquering the fear. For instance, when I went up the Cape Hatteras lighthouse, and then later the CN Tower, I initially tended to stay towards the center of the structure, which in these cases, meant plastered against the back wall. Then I carefully break the ice and end up almost literally hanging over the end of the thing, taking it in, enjoying it to the fullest. Another good example involves my love of fire alarms. For years I was reluctant to mention my love of alarm signals to anyone in fear that people would think I was weird for being interested in fire alarms. Then I eventually realized that my enthusiasm for fire alarms could be put to good use. I gingerly went on eBay (secretly) to look for fire alarms to see if I could buy one, and then when I found a Wheelock 7002T – still my all-time favorite fire alarm – I jumped at it, and bid on it. Now I have an extensive collection of fire alarms, encompassing several different companies and now I use the collection to educate others about how fire alarms work, as well as the different kinds of styles that alarms come in, as well as what they do and do not do. The fear was noosed, hung, and buried. I even wear fire alarms on my shirt occasionally! So, hang your worries, and trash your fears… you never know what conquering a fear might do for you!

Date posted: October 2, 2001