Recently a supervisor asked me if I would help Hardy board (siding) the gable at the front of a house. Dutifully, I agreed. Heights not really being my thing, and nail guns weighing a good arm and a leg, this job certainly posed a challenge.
I found out, my fear of heights is a lot less than my fear of falling. With my anxiety level bordering dangerous, I did my best to confront these fears and finish the task at hand. 20 feet extension ladders were secured (kinda) on some muddy surface and a ladder was placed on the porch.
With a piece of siding on my back, a tool belt around my wait, a nail gun in hand, I trekked up a good 25 feet into the air to tack down the board. My heart was racing and I attempted to grip the ladder until my knuckles were white. It was absolutely terrifying. Eventually, I came to the realization that gripping the ladder would do me no good in the event that the ladder tipped. With that realization, I felt more confident to use both of my hands to juggle the tools and tack in the board properly all while maintaining my balance.
In confronting this fear, I am now much more comfortable on a ladder and I am fairly confident that the nail gun’s kick back won’t knock me off the ladder.
It appears that this year is largely about getting out of the comfort zone. This task certainly allowed to do so. Completing the siding on the gable was an awesome accomplishment and I am so glad that I didn’t let my fears dominate.
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