I don’t like heights. More specifically, I don’t like driving in high places. Over bridges and overpasses. On cliffs. It is a mind numbing, palm sweating, getting the shakes experience for me. I don’t know why. But, ta-da, on Friday I took a small step towards getting over my phobia. I had to pick up my dear friend, Sophie, at the airport. This meant I had to drive through the Virgin River Gorge. It was so much more important to me to see my friend than to give into the fear. So I put on Original Spin really loudly, sang at the top of my lungs, went slowly, and did it. Much later that night, I drove through another spot that makes me uncomfortable, but, in the dark, you can’t see what you are afraid of. Hmmmm. I need to think some more about this.