Today’s prompt is: the thing(s) you’re most afraid of.
I had a big scare last December before my graduation ceremony that landed me in the emergency room. I was short of breath and couldn’t feel the left side of my body. I was diagnosed with pleurisy and after sitting down with my therapist I came to the realization that I had that attack because I was afraid of what graduation represented.
It was the gateway to adulthood, and I wasn’t ready for that at the time. The sad part was that I’d already started grad school and had technically gradutated, that was just the ceremony!
I know, I know. Crazy.
It was that day that I realized that I’d grown out of my childhood fears of the dark (well almost out of them, I still leave my TV on and set a timer), I’m afraid of failure. That’s a big fear of mine and it’s held me back from doing a few things in life.
I know that God hasn’t given us a spirit of fear, but that’s a whole lot easier to say than to do.
