I wanted to title this post: "I'll Cross That Bridge When I Come to it, As Long As You Are Driving Over It!"
See, I am just a tad bit gephryphohic. I was relieved when I ran across an article in USA Today that said I'm not alone, a lot of folks share the phobia. It’s comforting to know you aren’t crazy all by yourself.
The article pointed out that crossing a bridge creates such anxiety for the phobic that they fear the ensuing panic more than the bridge itself.
In my life, I don’t have any near-miss memories that would engender such illogical fear or anxiety. I don’t know what it stems from. Perhaps it’s another latent “control” issue, or the combo platter of heights and often water.
Whatever the “trigger”, I don’t like crossing them at all. They don’t have to be the world’s highest, like the Millau bridge in the picture. Little bridges are scary too. And it doesn't seem to matter whether I'm riding over as the driver or the passenger, scared is scared, but being alone is always worse.
I manage the white-knuckling by focusing on my goal – what lies on the other end of the span. I psych myself with all the great things waiting for me just on the other side.
I do the same thing when I have to cross those metaphoric bridges in life. I may not always look forward to the process but I hold a clear and positive image of the outcome. And then I cross. I cross.
That's all that matters, isn't it? Despite the anxiety, just cross.
I’d love to hear what you are courageous enough to do today! What bridge are you willing to cross to get to the reward on the other side?