Fears

Aint’t no way–nope, ain’t no way I’m going to be out on the ocean when it looks like this. Not by choice anyway. I can only imagine the terror–well, I have been out in about 8 foot seas, but that was long ago and  I was too focused on trying to endure my situation, than to be afraid. Then there are the mountains–I like my land flat and sandy, thank you very much. But I did live in Asheville for a couple years and have driven through the Rockies of Utah. Scared the pee out of me. Mountains are pretty in pictures, think I’ll enjoy them that way. Hmm, what else scares me? Rats-scared as hell of them. Sharks–yep, scared of them too. Roaches–but that’s more of a hate thing. I guess what scares me the most is life. Wondering if I’m going to fail. Wondering if I have what it takes to keep the glass half full rather than half empty. Losing a loved one- that’s a scary thing, watching a loved one go through pain, not being able to help a friend that needs my help, mustering up the strength to go one more day with anything. All this and then–getting older is sort of scary too.

I have a choice with the ocean, the mountains and to some extent the critters, but life-that’s a big one. That’s THE one. Then someone told me , it’s rough but you hold on, it’s scary but you pray and hold on. Life is as scary as I let it be. And then their is faith.

QUOTE: “Oh, we can populate the dark with horrors, even we who think ourselves informed and sure, believing nothing we cannot measure or weigh. I know beyond all doubt that the dark things crowding in on me either did not exist or were not dangerous to me, and still I was afraid.” John Steinbeck

WRITING TIP: Fear can cripple you when it comes to writing-if you know this, explain it on paper.