Tuesday, December 14

Fear

sometimes I'm kind of angry at myself for my fearfulness.

Fear of being alone, fear of not being alone.
Fear of flying. Fear of not seeing the world.
Fear of not living the way I want to live, fear of being absorbed by someone else.

and yet I'm also surprisingly brave and when I remember that, the things I'm afraid of don't seem very important or foreboding anymore.

And I know I am

Capable.

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