I think of fear collectively as humanity’s genetic response to the unknown; things beyond our control.

Since really and truly, I only have control over my own body and behavior, there is a lot to fear…

But the fear is our way of trying to control things outside ourselves. It is how we insert ourselves into situations that don’t belong to us.

My mom is a worrier. I truly believe she is happier to worry about horrible things that may never come to pass than she is letting those things go.

That is the way through the fear, btw.

Acceptance.

Of ourselves and others.

Welcome. ☺

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.