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se. It’ll be fun.’

‘But look, it’s raining outside, it looks horrible.’

‘We’re going to get wet anyway.’

‘We could just go and get some lunch somewhere . . .’ I said.

‘Don’t be a wimp. This was your idea.’

And that was the problem. I was good at ideas. I was also quite good at talking about ideas. Doing them, though, well, that was different.

As we walked through the dense wooded path to the ponds, the chatter of voices got louder. We arrived to find at least thirty women, dressed in woolly hats and padded anoraks, gathered around a makeshift table full of sausage rolls, mince pies and a giant vat of mulled wine.

It looked fun. If only we could skip the bit where you get into the water.

‘Is it very cold?’ I asked an elderly woman getting dressed in the changing hut.

‘It’s over very quickly,’ she said, smiling with blue lips.

And it was.

At first the water felt so cold I thought I was going to die.

I panted and splashed my way through it like a frantic puppy.

Within seconds I could feel a cramp in the back of my neck and another in my right foot.

It hurt. The water hurt. Every bit of my body hurt.

I kept moving though and, slowly, I started to feel warmer. Well, maybe not so much warm as numb, but that was fine with me.

I started to calm down.

Everything went silent bar the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

I looked at the weeping willows watching over me, as my limbs cut through the silky water.

This is what it’s like to be alive, I thought.

I kept moving.

It was beautiful.

And then it was done. I grabbed the silver rails and pulled myself up the steps.

A woman in an orange swimming hat was rubbing herself down with a towel. She must have been seventy and was wearing a pair of pink Marigolds. She beamed at me.

‘Can you think of a better start to the year?’

My body flushed with warmth. I was tingling and grinning from ear to ear. Every inch of me felt alive.

‘No, I really can’t,’ I said.

And I meant it. In that freezing five-minute dip, I had crossed a major line – the line that takes you from being someone who talks about things to being someone who actually does them. The world felt full of possibility. My year had started.

Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway by Susan Jeffers was published in 1987, the era of shoulder-pads, Margaret Thatcher and Cosmopolitan magazine.

While other self-help books at the time were written by men, telling women how to find love and keep love, Feel the Fear was written by a woman telling other women to just go out and do something – do anything. Not for someone else but for themselves. Its tone is upbeat but no-nonsense – and as I re-read it during the no man’s land between Christmas and New Year, I felt a familiar rush of motivation. The trick now was to act on it, just as I had in

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Alice
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