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Blogtober Day 20 My Biggest Fear...

We are now 2/3 done with Blogtober's challenge of writing for 31 days. I know, hard to believe, isn't it? I'm enjoying my routine of reading the topic, writing my thoughts, and seeing what so many others are saying too. In short, this is funnnnnnn!

Now for today's big question...My biggest fear would be:

Torture. Well, kidnapping and torture. This scares the world out of me. I watch too many TV shows that exhibit the kinds of stuff bad/crazy/strange people think is okay to do to others and it freaks.me.out. Yet, I watch. I swear, I close my eyes through all of the gore or badness. I've got an imagination, people. A good one. I don't need to really see it. I guess I watch because I love the story lines that override the ick and the people who make up the teams who capture the bad guys. So, yea, I'll keep this one short. No need to ignite nightmares by elaborating, amiright?

But here is a super cool, lightened up way to talk serial killers:

Two of my girlfriends and I decorated our office over the weekend for Halloween and made our very own Dexter "kill room" table. We've had so much fun decoring up the place and I can't wait even more for the actual day!

I'm also afraid of missing my goals in life and not having an impact. Here's the thing, I know some of what I want to do and actively work on getting there, there's just so many avenues I want more of. It feels overwhelming sometimes so it's easy to step back and say tomorrow. I don't ever want to say I should have, I could have. I've done pretty well in my life this far, acknowledging any path I've taken to get where I am and see it as the way I was meant to. It's something I hope to maintain.

What is your biggest fear?

Until we meet again,
M

Comments

  1. Ugh this is totally me. My husband and I watch a number of ...creepy... television shows and LOVED Dexter (until the last season). I could NOT watch season ...2 or 3 with out him, though. The season with the guy from 3rd Rock From The Sun. It totally creeped me out and struck me as something that COULD actually happen!

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  2. Eek! The Trinity Killer LOL John Lithgow actually won an Emmy for guest role on a series from that one. Genius actor, creepy character :)

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