This weekend I did something that scares me. I wouldn’t say I’ve conquered my fear, but I’m one step closer to not being afraid.

So what did I do?

I went through a car wash.

Yes, you read that correctly. Car washes freak me out, especially the ones common at gas stations here in Omaha, where you pull into a garage, put the car in park and wait as the spinning brushes move up and down the length of your car.

I don’t know what I think might happen. Maybe I’m afraid that the brushes won’t stop spinning and I’ll be trapped in the car wash forever. I don’t know. It’s not a rational fear. But I like clean cars, and since my husband isn’t home to get them washed, I have to do it myself.

(Confession: A couple of weeks ago, I made my friend J drive through the car wash at Bucky’s with me.)

What at some of your irrational fears? Help a sister out. Share your fears so I feel less ridiculous about my car wash phobia.

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Our yard is covered in dead leaves. After a week of gloom and rain, it’s finally going to be sunny and warm(er) today, which means it’s time to rake and bag fall’s fallen leaves. It’ll be our first time raking in our new house!

(When can I afford somebody to rake for me?)

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