mctmdream,

This reminds me of an old thornbush I fell into when I was younger. I got all sorts of scratches, flailed around, made it worse, and by the time I was done, I was a blubbering torn up kid. As I got older, I was still scared of thorns, my memory sort of “frozen” in that moment, a kid, panicking.

Then, it was needed, I had to cut back a thorn bush, and I was very unhappy and nervous about it. We needed the space in the yard, and with young kids, having it around just wasn’t the right choice. I trimmed, removed it, and do you know what? My arms got scratched, yep. Little hurts, yep. But not as a kid, not with panic. Scrapes, a few splinters, but the pain was laughable now, and without the youthful panic, it was small, nothing, insignificant.

Said differently, if you want it bad enough,you’ll overcome the fear with courage. Not “no fear”, but rather “a dream brighter than the fear is shady”. We all get scared, all feel fear. The question is, what comes next? Running or chopping?

Namaste, friend, may your courage leave you laughing alongside the unknown.

With warmth,
Matt