Last night I made a list of everything I was afraid of, which is totally how normal people spend their Wednesday nights. Fear doesn’t have to be a phobia. Fear sometimes looks like things we are avoiding. Fear can come dressed as insecurities wearing mismatching shoes and a handbag from last season. Fear lives deep in our epicenters of interaction with other people, restricting us from fully connecting or being authentic. It whispers things like “this isn’t going to work out” or “don’t get too close; they will leave”. Fear is tricky, but most importantly, fear is as real as the Unicorn.
Look, you’re smart. I guarantee it. You know what you want and you’re totally capable. But can I remind you that you didn’t create like, oceans and stuff? That you didn’t create humans and you didn’t give birth to an entire galaxy. Can you trust for five damn minute that the Universe KNOWS what the hell it’s doing? Perhaps you don’t need to tightly grip everything?