My old friend Fear knocked on my door today. He walked with me all morning, reminding me of all the things that could hurt me.
I took me a while to realise that I had given him my power because I knew on some level that he was trying to protect me, and God knows I needed someone to. I had given him the reins, and in doing so had let him convince me to shrink myself, to avoid danger, and to run from threats.
Then, I remembered to lean into him rather than turn away from him. There was a distinct moment where I said to myself, “I’m not going to live in fear today.”
And so I turned.
And he pushed back.
And I held strong.
Life is scary. It’s full of painful shit that could hurt me. But closing my eyes and bracing is no way to spend the day, and I refused to do it any longer. I decided that if I were to die in battle, I would face the end with courage and dignity.
And then I crested the hill,
And saw that it was deserted.
But I it did not change my bearing.