Just like anxiety/nervousness and (positive) excitement are two sides of the same physiological coin, so are comforting vs. celebrating yourself. There’s a time and place for all of these, but it seems like a lot of focus is put on comfort, instead of celebration.

What is fear, and what happens when you encounter it? Will it stifle you, make you stuck and helpless? Or can you use it for greatness, for change, as a compass in your life, showing you what you must do next. Where you need to commit fully.

So many poor phrasing choices in this innocent little story of my childhood.

I don’t usually swear. I promise. But I had a revelation the other day. It was quite profound. This content feels way too raw, vulnerable, egocentric, even boring to publish, but here we are. I realized last night, that this is probably what people mean when they say they feel embarrassed. I don’t feel that way often, but there is a cringe-type feeling connected to content like this, so I guess this is it. This is the start of what I have to say, and I will say it all. I invite you to come along. I promise I will take care of the wind noise problem though. Soon.