Fear shrinks as faith grows.
“What do you fear about writing? And what do you want more than the fear?”
I fear the uncertainty of being a writer,
I fear judgement.
But hasn’t life been uncertain anyway?
Haven’t I judged myself
more harshly than anyone else?
The fear being an artist.
But haven’t I been an artist
my whole life?
My creative pursuits
have taken a back seat
for most of my life.
Do I fear being me?
The real me?
I feel nervous about cutting back
on the job that pays the bills for now,
the job that’s paid the bills for 30 years.
I feel nervous about trusting a man
To provide for me
Even the the man of my dreams.
I know it’s only a little fear.
It shrinks as faith grows.
What do I want more than the fear?
I want to tell my stories
The stories that…
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