Scary moments are the ones that grow us.

posted on: Tuesday, June 19, 2012


I had a weekend full of conquering fears. It started with a day-long vocal workshop in Asheville on Saturday and I sang a song in front of a group of twelve people. This is huge for me. I was called “brave” for getting up there since I had only been working with my coach since the weekend prior. That felt amazing. Rarely am I called brave. I would love to hear myself called that more often.

I actually enjoyed signing in front of them. I could hardly make eye contact, true, but I wanted to get back up there once I was done. I love music and performing so much. After I finished singing and right before I left, a gentleman there who owned a recording studio not far from Charlotte offered me space to record a demo. I was encouraged to keep singing. Confidence booster? I’ll say. I needed it. I need to build my confidence and a foundation was definitely set that day. I met a few other amazing connections and it blew me away. It was a very “right place, right time, right where I’m supposed to be” kind of day.

So, that was Saturday. Now onto Sunday…

See that photo? That would be the beginning of the scariest (what felt like forever) 45 minutes of my life..and I chose to do it. An intermediate ropes course? Me? I thought it sounded like fun. It was the opposite of it. Well, minus the zip line at the end. I could do that again, easily.

We were at the National Whitewater Rafting Center here in Charlotte meeting up with the youth group we volunteered with back home in Orlando. They were on their way to camp and we stopped by to spend a few hours with them outdoors.

Let me preface this by saying that I love roller coasters, I’m not scared of heights, but something about that ropes course was completely unnerving. Being sixty feet in the air and trying to balance when balance is not one of my strong suits. Perhaps it was the fact that I couldn’t steady my legs for the life of me. Those two limbs were mini-earthquakes beneath me.

So the zip line was fun, but falling from a wire you’re trying to balance on when already scared out of your wits? Not so much. Me with my lack of upper body strength managed to muster what little strength I had(especially being absolutely terrified) to pull myself up by the rope I was attached to the top wire by. But I did it. I had my husband on the platform form behind me and good friends ahead of me. I could have climbed down after the first one(the one in the photo) but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be that girl that turned around and climbed down from the high dive when she was ten. I couldn’t. I had to finish it..and I did.

I still can’t believe I did that. For me, it was a big deal. I had such a fear conquering weekend. My body hurts and is exceptionally tired so far this week, but it was totally worth it. I can do anything.

  • What a great weekend- proud of you! So excited to keep reading about your singing ventures. That is one talent I wish I had, but God blessed me with athletic talent and gave my sister all the vocals ;)

  • I’ve always wanted to zip line! You’re awesome and you should be so proud of yourself. Fear me damned.

  • Thank you, Christie!! Funny story, I remember, back when I was a little thing, sitting in church and praying that I’d be a good singer someday. I remember “bargaining” with God that if He gave me that talent, I would sing for Him thinking I was “pulling one over” on Him. Like, Hey God, let’s make a deal. But didn’t really mean it at the time. Well, five years ago I sang in a worship band and four years ago I sang worship on our missions trip to Italy. He was probably thinking “Oh, you will..just watch..” ;)

  • I was a little nervous about the zip line, but once you’re off the ledge it’s a BLAST! I want to do more of those. I can handle that! YOU’RE awesome. Fear be damned, indeed! :) Thanks, Krystina!

  • That is awesome =)