Like that long walk down the dock, we’ve traversed some treacherous terrain since that night; some of it together and much of it alone. We’ve had time to face ourselves unmasked, afraid, and it was hard.
What is the price of fear? What is it your fear and what is it costing you?
Change, even when it’s necessary; even when it’s time, is rarely welcome and almost never alone. Fear is inevitably part of the package. But like any bully, fear can’t stand up to scrutiny. Confront your fear and fear backs down. Fear is co-dependent; it ’s only power is the power you grant it.
I’ve lived with fear for a very long time, but age has made me realize it’s time for it to go. I’m just too damn tired to give fear my finite energy. Instead, I’m investing in another F-word- FAITH.
Some folks might think that’s naive or make-believe. “Hope is not a strategy,” is what they would say. But I don’t agree. If choosing faith over fear is choosing one illusion over another, I choose faith.
There were a few docks available, but the one I was drawn to was narrow, old and rickety. In the darkness, you couldn’t see the end of the dock, so it looked like you were simply walking out into the vast, endless ocean. It was scary.
Amen sister. Thank you for your courage and Truth.