I live in fear a lot these days.
It’s not something I ever thought would be true of me. If you ask people who have known me for a long time, one of the words they’d use to describe me is “brave”.
Or actually, “batshit crazy.”
I’m the Kara “Starbuck” Thrace of the friends group. I’m the one who will recklessly rush in, no thought to consequences, and somehow pull things out of the fire at the last minute.
At least, I was.
You get older, and things change, and you start worrying a lot more. Worrying about what you’ll lose if you’re brave. Worrying about what will be taken from you if you dare to speak up.
You start thinking about not only yourself, but those in your immediate sphere: your family. Your loved ones. Will they suffer if you live without fear?
They say love is the opposite of fear, but in my experience, loving so fiercely has made me even more fearful. How would I exist if my husband were taken from me? My mother? My puppy?
How can I keep them safe if I throw caution to the wind?
Regaining my sense of fearlessness means I must find ways of being fearless that are still cautious enough to keep my loved ones safe.
It means finding a way to live so that future-me won’t be ashamed of present-me, while still ensuring there will be a future-me.
We live in interesting times, and a life lived in fear is no life at all. The future demands our bravery.
glad to see you’re sharing 🙂 thank you for the reminder, I’m also a fellow “Starbuck”! Btw nothing gives me more nostalgia than BSG
From one Starbuck to another, welcome! However long we’ve got, let them never say we were cowardly. 🙂
Crystal M. Trulove
Oooh! I know the answer to one of your questions: How can you keep your loved ones safe? You can’t! And you never did! Life is going to do its own thing no matter how cautious you are, so stop trying to control the Universe and give yourself permission to not be responsible that way. Make the best choices you can, keeping your beloveds in mind, but always be true to you. That is your job.
That’s the conclusion I reached as well after my long dark night of the soul. I realize that my fear was only hurting myself.
I’m in need of daily reminder, however. It seems our entire modern world is made to manufacture as much fear and stress as possible, and I am as susceptible as anyone.