Went outside. Climbed atop a small birdwatching tower.
It's insane how strong my acrophobia is. The tower was not that high; not sure how high exactly, but I would not die if I fell from it. Maybe break a bone or two, worst case scenario.
Still, my heart was pounding in my chest while I climbed it. I was sure that I would need to call the fire department to get me down. :rebeccalaugh:
That did not happen. I managed to climb it up and down not once, but twice.
Yay me. 🎆