Stop the bus, I want to get off.
Fear is the wind that snuffs the candle in the mind. I steal that from Enchanted Oak, who also quotes a philosopher or two. Her words hit home this morning, as I water the plants, walk the dog, go through the mental list of all the things I am uniquely responsible for in the world. All 6,532 of them.
Two jobs to not make a person happy. One of them must go. Or I must go. The two of us can no longer live peacefully under the same roof.
I've been blaming strange things for my unhappiness, of late. Well, being afraid has caused me to miss one too many good things in my life, it's time to beat a hasty retreat from that silliness. Who cares where the unhappiness comes from - it must go. NOW.
Yep. Staring fear straight in the face, today, and telling it to go take a flying leap.
You with me? (Now, where's I put those wings?)