The Uphill Slide

There is always something.

What Are You Afraid Of?


Growing up it was bees and wasps. Running away. I got over it. I did not pick them up by the wings as a childhood friend had done. Dangling with control the defenseless. I accepted their right to live with me. Internal fears of people looking at me. Later acknowledging that perhaps they shared the same fear of me. At work the fear I was not good enough and would be found out as a fraud. Fear that my mind and heart could take no more. Overcoming fears and insecurities is the work of a lifetime.

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