It makes sense. I am riddled with so many fears, it nearly overwhelms me. I fear failure & success, I fear not being good enough & not being persistent enough & not being knowledgeable enough. And my fears have lived with me for so long, they have grown roots & sent out shoots, entangled within my nerve ganglia. I mean, not literally, of course. Fear is about as real as I have given it power to be. But to begin to separate them so I could start a small step against just one of the motherfuckers — I need to do extensive journaling. But it is exhausting, living in constant fear. And I am tired of being tired, tired of fear controlling me instead of the other way around! I am going to go ahead & journal now. Wish me luck, & thank you for the encouraging article!

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.