on wednesday, facebook will go public. offering shares to the general marketplace, mark zuckerberg is going to find himself a billionaire. and what exactly does he own? everything about facebook users. pictures, even the stupid ones. updates, status, posts, comments, notes. . . all the timeline of our lives. i’m grateful to facebook because it has allowed me to meet and keep friends. last year, i made a promise to meet all 325 of the facebook friends i had on new year’s eve. i did pretty okay, meeting 90% of them. still, there’s a lot of information out there that mark and facebook own. i assume a thank you note is coming after he collects his check.
this year i am trying to pay it forward on last year’s resolution. last year, every facebook friend did their best to encourage and support me in my efforts. and even a few friends who aren’t even on facebook! i traveled around the world with my eldest son and met so many people! i reinforced friendships, reviewed histories, suffered some disappointments but it was all worth it!
tomorrow i get back on an airplane for the first time since just before christmas. i’m believing that my fear of flying is returning. half of my fear dissipates when i make it through security. i seem to have a veritable talent for attracting the “random” search and the “we just need to take apart your bag”. . . really, do they have to paw through my panties quite like that???
today, i heard from molly parshall that yesterday she hadn’t really been able to take the index cards and start on her goal of a) taking a train ride with her son blake and b) becoming a psychiatrist (or other professional) who helps those with agoraphobia. instead, she was stuck in the house a little paralyzed with fear. i wish i could have stayed longer in coldwater. and maybe i should have. but i know i’m going back. because i promised that i would.
those goals are pretty big ones, and the small things in between are just like my visits to facebook friends–
while i know she feels disappointed in herself–i think it’s a good sign that she’s spending a lot of the day playing farmville on facebook. because if she wasn’t a little intimidated that would mean that her goals aren’t big enough. last year, when i first decided i’d strike out into the world, i spent about a week utterly out of my mind with fear. i feel for her, but i know she’s strong, brave and going to be okay.
tomorrow i’ll be in boston to meet lisa tabbi-fuller. it’s her birthday and we’re going to play with heights. mastering one fear is a good way of proving to yourself that you can master all fears.