So I have this fear....

So I really don't like heights (okay, snakes aren't that high on my list either) - but I am truly scared of heights.  I have occasionally gotten the rebuttal that I am already really tall and other jokes about not liking high places when I am over 6 feet myself.  Maybe it is more the fear of falling than the heights - but you don't have to worry about the falling if you don't go up high.

I have recently tried to push myself out of my comfort zone so that I try new things.  3 things come to mind that I have done:

1.  Gone skydiving (some say jumping out of a perfectly good plane). 
I will NEVER do this again.  While the falling was scary initially, my weak stomach and tendency towards motion sickness took over after a few seconds.  As much as people would love to hear that I tossed my cookies on my jump instructor - I held it together until almost 30 after the crash landing, and then felt sick the rest of the day.  Not my idea of a good time.

2. Hiked up an extremely steep mountain in Peru. 
I loved Peru - and actually encourage everyone to go.  As an additional excursion in Machu Picchu, you can high up Waynu Picchu - which is the mountain closest to the ruins and in background of most of our pictures.  You need to be part goat to climb this - and even though my family raises goats - I do NOT have the the stability or stamina of a goat that is needed to easily climb this mountain when you are already several thousand above sea level (at the base!). 

Needless to say, switchback paths with little or no safety measure if you were to lose your footing, was again, not my idea of fun.  But, when in Peru...  So I finally made it to the top - thinking there would a lookout platform.  Americans, this is no Stone Mountain.  At the top, you climb a ladder (think sticks tied together) to the top of a steep rock - which is the peak of the mountain.  People were actually walking around on it.  I climbed out - well inched out on my butt - just so I could say I did it.  I was visibility shaking, I did look over, and then promptly climbed back down.  I am glad I did it - but I wouldn't do that again either.

(That is right - I climbed to the top of that pointed mountain and this picture is taken from high up on a side of a mountain already!)

3. Cleaned my skylights on my porch.  So after you jump out of a plane and summit a crazy mountain - climbing on your house seems like small beans.  To make it interesting a used a ladder that was twisted and never quite rested on all 4 points.  The windows got cleaned, and I my heart still raced a little bit.

I am Suzy Homemaker - hear me roar!