Do one thing every day that scares you.
Mary Schmich, columnist for the Chicago Tribune. 1997 essay.
I’m afraid to be a slut, to orphan the shy virgin in me. I’ve always hushed passion with fear. First, fear of pregnancy, VD, blah-blah, loss of respect.
Then I worried about being late for work or that the baby might wake. My lamest reason for restraint – my teen might get ideas.
Now, I fear kissing a stranger, of losing my teeth to gum disease. It’s communicable, if you didn’t know.
But really I think I fear wildness. The disorder, the chaos of losing myself in myself. With a naked, anonymous witness.
I do that enough. Every day. Because I write.