Fear. I am ashamed to say that we are old familiar friends. I wrap myself up in it like a warm blanket. Not that it brings me comfort, because nothing could be further from the truth. I loathe indecision, but if I don’t make a decision, I won’t make the wrong decision. If I don’t put myself out there, I won’t be embarrassed or disliked or frowned upon. I’m not exactly sure when I became afraid to take risks. Fear crept stealthily into my life like kudzu in Georgia. Its growth remains unnoticed until you can’t find your car, or the person you always wanted to be. So this is me, attempting to fear less.
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