More than twenty years ago, a beautiful heart-shaped balloon popped while I was blowing it up and left a large welt right beside my eye. It was a specialty balloon made out of unusually thick rubber, which apparently had a flaw in it.
To this day, I have a slight phobia of balloons. Over the years, this has grown to include other stretchy rubber things, like exercise bands, when they get too close to my face. My family relishes teasing me about it.
As a form of therapy this morning, I inflated several balloons — all by myself! 🙂 I do a better job, though, if I blow them up while sitting down…with my eyes closed…with both hands in front of my face like a shield…with a few pauses to turn away and take deep, cleaning breaths to slow my heart rate…
Still, balloons can be a source of simple, childish fun, whether used as colored filters for viewing the world, swords in battle, slow-motion tennis balls, or static-filled hair decorations! They stimulate the imagination and bring out the kid in all my family members. An intense balloon battle is a fun way to get a little exercise, too, as long as nothing gets broken (in the house or on a person)!
May you be blessed today with an acute awareness of the simple pleasures that surround you!
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Do you have a phobia? Do you know how it started? I’m all ears — tell me about it!