She was afraid. Always afraid. Of anything. Of everything. She didn't share her opinion, because she was afraid she was wrong. She didn't send of her stories because she was afraid they were bad. She didn't share her ideas because she was afraid it was wrong. She didn't say how she felt because she was afraid she was the only one that felt that way. She didn't do anything- learn anything because she was afraid.

Then one day, something miraculous happened. She gave her opinion and it was met with respect. She shared an idea and they loved it. She sent a story and it was published. She said how she felt and they got together. She learnt many things, did many things, because she stopped being afraid.

The only thing worse than fear is fear itself.


Myne Whitman said...

SO so true! Thanks for sharing this..I was beginning to get stuck in a rut along the line...

Minks said...


Gotta say, I love every single thing you ever post. :)


2cute4u said...

Fear.. Enjoyed reading your take on it..
I wrote a poem on it..
Nice post.

Anonymous said...

inspiration for a new day. thanks