I often feel this way but find inspiration in the following:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.”
I am going to admit something that I have never admitted before. To anyone. Not even myself really.
I am scared. Don’t mistake me – – I am no Doomsday Prepper. I don’t have a bomb shelter and I don’t keep an emergency supply of food, water, medicines and basic necessities that will keep me and my neighborhood going for two years should Armageddon come. I am so lax in this regard, if there is a natural disaster we’ll starve before lunch.
But I am scared of failure. There, I said it. I hate admitting it. I will freely admit my fear of snakes. Hate them. See no purpose for their being in the world, at least as long as I’m in it. I’m afraid of getting sick in public. Yes, I am that shallow. I cannot stand the thought of anyone seeing me sick. And since last summer, I apparently…
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