I could do this.  Easy. Laid Back. Island Time. Jamaica. After all, I’m the girl who will go almost anywhere, try almost anything, eat almost anything. But I’m still not fearless. Sitting at home at my kitchen table, I was the one who had decisively stated that I was going to Jamaica to face my fear of the water.  Wind whipping through, what at the time felt to me like my effortless beach hair, but otherwise in pictures looking  like my,  my hair is stuck to the side of my face hair, I looked out into the infinite turquoise Caribbean. Chickens ran beneath my feet. A German Sheppard jumped into…