There was recently a posting about bicycles, I still have the first one my parents bought me. I have owned seven or eight of them over the years. I currently have three.
Thinking about that, triggered, a story from my father's childhood. He was born in 1927, raised in the heart of the great depression. His father worked for Ford and was never out of work, though at times he was down to a couple of days per week. My father worked in the garden, and on the market and saved up and bought a bicycle. One of the pre-war models with chrome, built in lights, he bought the top of the line, with literally all of the bells and whistles. The best of the best. He was so proud of it. One night someone stole it. 30 year later, his mother told me about it, he couldn't talk about it. Looking back at it, he never really recovered from someone stealing his bike. He never again splurged on the top of the line, with all of the bells and whistles. He had some nice things, but when it came to buying a Buick or a Cadillac, he never let himself have the best. He held back. His fear of loss, kept him from treating himself to the finest again.
I have to ask myself, what fears are holding me back from enjoying life?
Are there fears holding you back?