I’m laying on my couch avoiding reality.
I let fear hook me in.
What if I fail again?
What am I doing?
Why should I even care to bother?
The fear was too good to pass up.
I let myself take the bait.
Fear is comfortable in its discomfort.
I feel half way between despair and empowerment.
Where is the passion I need to keep pushing?
I know it’s there. It’s just hiding timidly in the corner. Waiting for the fear to leave.
But why wait when I know I can push fear aside?
Because destructive self-talk is so powerful. It’s almost intoxicating.
Fear is a known enemy. One I have faced often enough that I have developed a perverse fondness for its familiarity.
But it’s not me.
I am not defeat.
I am not fear.
I refuse to live in fear.
Move aside my enemy, you’re in love’s way.
I have bigger fish to fry.
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