I used to be pretty ambivalent about the idea of dying.
At least in the sense of inevitability… it was never anything I dwelled upon.
Something is changing within me- I’m becoming much more afraid of it. Usually fear is a bad thing, but in this case it’s really good. And it’s not just because I’m getting older, it’s because of the changes in my lifestyle.
With the changes I’ve made in the last year or two, I’m starting to really enjoy life, a lot. I’m starting to enjoy it more than I even realized possible, in fact.
So here’s the point… as a fair skinned person with some history of sun exposure, every little change in skin has to be carefully monitored. I have a place on my back where I’ve been having intermittant discomfort/pain for a couple of months now. It’s probably nothing, and I hate going to the doctor for various reasons, but…
The old me might have just “let it ride,” but the new me, very interested in living life to the fullest for a long time, has made an appointment with the dermatologist to investigate.
So I guess some types of fear can be a good thing, when you’re living a good life!