Squirrels in the Basement

I walked into the boiler room at work this morning to find a flying squirrel huddled in the corner, staring up at me with its bright, black eyes. It was the first flying squirrel I've seen since I moved into the area and it was inexplicably in a sealed room in the basement of the building. After several fruitless minutes of squirrel herding, I found a bucket and a large foam square, hoping to catch it and take it back outside. Even with these obviously professional animal catching tools, the squirrel continued to elude me, using the cramped rooms network of copper pipes as its own personal forest, occasionally even gliding over my head to the opposite wall. Finally I caught it mid leap, trapping it in the bucket long enough to return it to the woods outside. The result was a traumatized squirrel and a battered maintenance man and all because of fear.

It made me wonder, how often do we resist something that will benefit us, simply because we are afraid? We resist change, even good changes, because we fear the unknown, fear the insecurity of building a new routine. Sometimes we even miss out on great friendships or experiences because we are afraid to leave our comfort zones. Why don't we make a pact... try something new, something outside of the daily grind.