Write about: a fear of heights.
Another busy day, filled with selling the strawberries we picked yesterday (found them all good homes, so hurray for that) and taking care of the boys while Kat got some work done.
U-Pick day number two is tomorrow afternoon from 3 to 6. I'll be at work, so Kat, her dad, and Max will be running the show.
Fingers crossed everything goes smoothly and a whole lotta berries get picked.
"You doing okay?"
"You sure? We can go back down if you w-"
"I said I'm fine."
"Okay. You want to wait here for a bit or go up another step?"
"Let's just keep moving. The less time I have to think about this the better."
"Sounds good. Okay, here we go..."
"Oh god... why am I doing this to myself?"
"Because you really want to overcome your fear of heights? Because you've been telling me for years that it holds you back from doing things you want to do and going places you want to go?"
"Right... right. That was stupid talk. Why did you listen to me?"
"Actually, we're doing this because I was quite tired of listening to you. Come on, let's keep moving."
"I hate you."
"Uh huh. Here we go..."