My family is in the surf, frolicking in the foamy waves of the ocean, playing and laughing and so enjoying the moment. And I, I am standing on the shore acting like I am fulfilled in the moment of my limiting choices. I don’t join them because I’m afraid. Afraid of losing control in the current, afraid of the possibility of a looming shark attack…What? That literally happened on Virginia Beach in the summer of 2015. When did I become so afraid?