Peek-a-boo Life Part 2

When I wrote the first part of this, I got some response to the fact that I had equated peek-a-boo with fear. I did not intend that it would affect the response to the game of peek-a-boo we all play with kids or each other.

When you think about it, one of the responses to the phrase of peek-a-boo is a startle, which comes as a reaction to fear. If someone pops around a corner and says, “peek-a-boo!” you are startled.

Now, if you are passing a building and look in the window and see a party going on, you want a peek, and maybe to be able to join, but it isn’t possible. Maybe because you don’t have the time, or you don’t know anyone there and possibly, you are a bit afraid of what will happen if you do more than peek-a-boo.

But if you are brave and go in the door, you find you can join in and have some fun. Or you may just stay at the edge of the fun. You feel you don’t belong because you don’t know what they are doing, but it makes you think you want to try it, but aren’t quite brave enough.

Then the unexpected happens. Someone grabs your hand and pulls you into the action, and you find it is a great deal of fun. And you are friendly with some of the attendees and they invite you to the next party or perhaps for a cup of coffee and a new part of your life opens up.

Maybe this party is a group of actors and are people you have always admired, but never got around to joining before. Now is your chance.

You don’t have to take up acting, but you can enjoy the view and perhaps expand your horizons a bit.

The thing is, don’t let life be passed by. Open the door. Ask someone if you can join. Sometimes, just open the door.

 

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Living the Peek-a-boo Life

Are you living a peek-a-boo life?

You know, afraid to put your toe in the water. Afraid of failure. Afraid of success.

How will what I want change the way things are now? What if it isn’t what I want?

I did live like that for a while. Then I realized that life would pass me by and I would not have
accomplished anything. Oh, I would have lived. I would have affected people around me, but where
would the joy be? Where would the enthusiasm be?

Then I sat down and decided what I wanted out of life. I want joy. I want love. I want to bring that love and
joy to others.

How can I do that?

The decision is to do what I do well and what I love. Which is writing.

So, here I am. Writing. Hopefully, for you the reader.

Please leave a comment to let me know how I did. In the weeks ahead I will try to bring things here that are
fun, joyful and informative.

Thank you for reading.