“Why so fearful, T?”
Those words have hunted, haunted and taunted me for months.
I don’t like fear. I don’t want it. I would not consciously choose it.
It is known. It is comfortable from the perspective of familiarity.
I spent a long time living in fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of what others thought, fear of myself.
The past few months have been a cacophony of stress, drama, change, emotion and uncertainty.
The turbulence was like an unexpected punch in the jaw. I backpedaled and tripped into old patterns that I knew.
Why so fearful? Because G, it matters.
It: life; love; you; me.
Because it matters, I choose to change fear into love.
The change is a conscious metamorphosis.
Breathing through visceral reaction.
Acknowledging where I am and what I feel.
Owning my successes and failures.
Hugging doubt and vulnerability.
Learning from others and the world.
Listening to my heart whispers.
Embracing my inner warrior goddess.
Reminding myself that I am perfectly imperfect.
The shift in perspective allows me to open. I can feel hope and joy warming me like sunshine. In turn, I share my heart and soul, letting them shine like light from my eyes.