Fear is an excellent place to start.... Deep breath...yeah, I have work to do.
Funny, though... Growing up? I was FEARLESS. Mom called me "monkey" because I climbed EVERYTHING I could, in the house, at the store, in the yard... Then, for some reason, I had to hang upside-down. I was a weird kid, lol. I loved heights. I was a complete dare-devil, adrenaline junkie. I also talked to strangers. All of them. Introduced strangers to other stranger. Who did I think I was? Omg... But I didn't like men with mustaches, lol. I had no fear about anything. I had other issues as a kid.... But fear wasn't one.
Fear came later.
And it hit hard. I feared my 1st h. I can't think of anything that scared me before him. I had been through a ton of stuff before he came along, but none of that scared me... I was still brave, strong and confident. Crud.
I'm gonna take a second and think about this one because I'm getting upset and I need to sit in it and figure out why. More later...
