The fears are a thing. They mostly relate to my children. Will they be safe? Happy? Productive? Good?
Oh, and safe?
I dream about my fears. I have very specific and scary dreams. I hash them out with Adam. (I know, lucky guy.)
Fears are everywhere. There are terrorists, mean kids, car accidents, people you used to trust. All these threaten.
And I mostly keep them at bay. I mostly just stand tall and forge ahead. I try.
It's comforting when you are able to conquer a fear. Conquer it with a vengeance.
I recently learned a new word:
I am happy to report I am not plagued by abibliophobia. I have found an antidote. And it is a 24 page single spaced word document. I add to it all the time, subtract frequently. It is a list of books I want to read. It's like a security blanket and I love it.
Recently I was reformatting it and Adam helped me because he is a wizard and can do magic on the computer.
He said, "There are a lot of books on this list."
Yes. Yes, there are.
One fear, down.
(Now if I could figure out a way to banish the presidential election....)