So anyone who knows me well, knows I have a deadly fear of snakes. A “I can’t even watch Harry Potter because of the huge snake and after it I would have nightmares about snakes” irrational fear of snakes.
Recently after a big season I decided to take a few days off and to go stay at wonderful friend’s cottage in the Blue Mountains. I bundled Molly the dog and a bunch of books into the car and drove myself to my retreat.
On arrival I grabbed my bags and the dog, unlocked the cottage and walked in the begin my mini vacay. Within a few minutes Molly was going crazy chasing something behind the TV – in among the various black cords I thought I saw a snake !!!
So I did what any irrational terrified person does- I didn’t stop to find out what was there I grabbed my stuff and my dog and bolted out of there – determined to drive myself back to Sydney.
I sat in the gorgeous garden waiting for my heart rate to return to normal while Molly had a run. In this time, in a text conversation, my good friend Annie encouraged me not to let my rest get robbed. Then I texted the owners who had seen mice recently, and thought it was probably just a mouse. That made more sense than a snake in autumn (fall) in a house. Country homes get mice. Mice I can deal with- and they can have black tails.
As I had bolted, I honestly couldn’t tell you what I had seen.
I took the dog for a long walk and on the way back, after a few hours, I decided that I was not going to let fear rip me off. I really needed a break – and what was probably a mouse should not take that away.
I actually spoke out loud to myself – I took authority over my fear and proclaimed that I would have the rest that I needed.
I went back to the cottage and Molly happily ran into the cottage with not a care in the world- the mouse was clearly gone .
Here’s what I learned
- How easy would it have been for me to give into my fear and go home. How often does fear cause us all to run from good things.
- We need good friends to give us some info that can dissipate fear and friends to encourage us not to be ripped off .
- That sometimes we have to put on our big girl pants and refuse to give into fear.
By refusing to give into fear I had a gorgeous few days in the mountains – read, ate and drank with my friends, slept and prayed.
P.S On the last morning I took Molly for a walk again before leaving to come home. We came back into the cottage to guess what- yep a long black SNAKE in the dining area ! Ha, the man of the house was home and came to rescue me. However I stood and looked at that snake until he arrived (holding tight onto Molly) – I had done the thing I dreaded, been in a room with a snake, and I survived. Not sure my fear of snakes is totally gone- but I have faced it and refused to let it rip me off. I had a great holiday despite sleeping in a house with a snake !!! Fear did not win.
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