I have known genuine fear. I walk with fear at my side each day.
Three fears I’m willing to share with you.
I’m afraid of the dentist. I can’t sleep the night before the appointment. I’m physically sick and my balance is at its worst, and I go home to sleep 3 or 4 hours to recover. There is no cure for this fear.
I’m reluctant to drive. There is too much traffic, cars go too fast, and pass to close, and the driver is on a cell phone. I don’t drive often. To the grocery every two weeks, to the neighborhood pharmacy once a month, and to the nearby branch library every six weeks.
I’m afraid to fly. I get claustrophobic and all, but I knock people down, push people out of my way to get out where there’s air to breathe. Problem and fear solved – I don’t fly.
I am not afraid to read my writing and share it with you. I am apprehensive because I know I am very opinionated and passionate about my passions. They may and do conflict with yours, and I may offend you and lose your friendship. I’d not like that. No cure for my writing, my opinions or my passions.