Fear is a funny little word with a huge impact. Merriam-Webster has two definitions, a noun and verb. The intransitive verb definition is “to be afraid or apprehensive”. I like to think fear is also stifling, that it freezes your thoughts and actions in a vegetative state.
And for years that’s exactly where I was. Mind you, I am and was quite productive in a lot of things. But the one thing I am most passionate about, being an author, fear is quite real. Ponder that for a minute. Was it my fear that I couldn’t finish a novel? Or maybe I put too much thought into would people like it or relate to it? Maybe my fear of failure, that I would publish and nobody would read it.
My friends tell me that I am the great optimist. I see the glass half full. I see horizons when the shore and the playing fields are the most bleakest. I have faith and belief in a power much bigger and stronger than I. So why should I fear this?
I’m taking a deep breathe and pulling up my breeches. Diving into the unknown, but I’m a quick study. My excited outweighs my fear. And no matter what I’m pressing forward.
Bye fear!! It’s my time to rise.