It’s figurative as well as being literal.
I live near the Virginia coast and about an hour from North Carolina’s Outer Banks, which has been in the news lately for the shark attacks. I have just recently taking up bodyboarding again and I go to the beach at least once a week. Does this make me feel slightly uneasy? Yes. Do I, in my great anxious mind, foretell of a shark attack on my own self when I am out bodyboarding? No but the possibility doesn’t escape my mind.
The odds of getting attacked and killed by a shark are 1 in 3,748,067. In a lifetime, you are more likely to die from fireworks (1 in 340,733), lightning (1 in 79,746), drowning (1 in 1,134), a car accident (1 in 84), stroke (1 in 24), or heart disease (1 in 5). There are 70 to 100 shark attacks worldwide every year, 5 to 15 result in death. – Source
I am not trying to make fun of the recent events. Honestly. Rediscovering my love for bodyboarding and swimming has been a godsend and something I greatly look forward each new week. But my minds years for the logic in statistics and probability and I am always asking what are the chances? While there is always that chance, that chance is pretty slim. We just got to mindful of the ocean and what’s going on. Until then, why can’t I enjoy my new found hobby without my fear and anxiety disabling me?
Transitioning to that, I can’t remember the last time I actually got a good night’s sleep. Often enough, I am waking up too early because I’ve got something on my mind or I can’t fall asleep because my mind is always thinking. Then, once I fall asleep, I can’t stay asleep. This is where there being sharks in the ocean comes into being figurative. The threat is always there but you just need to be logical and think through and rationalize the realistic side of my anxiety (this is one of the few tactics that has gotten me through in the past). Especially now how much bodyboarding has become my zen during the week. I’m not going to let my anxiety over the possibility of sharks dissuade me from enjoying myself.
This, like all things, is just another exercise in this thing called life.
I’m done rambling now. Thanks for reading.