Fear is a liar.
Fear tells you that you’re not good enough, when you are.
Fear tells you that you can’t, when you can.
Fear tells you to step back, when you step forward.
Fear is a liar.
Fear takes all your insecurities, runs them through the wash, and presents them as squeaky clean, whitewashed truth.
I sat in bed recently, unable to sleep. Consumed by the weight I carry each day. Every parenting decision is mine to make. Every bill is my responsibility. Everything that goes wrong with my family, my home, my work, is mine to make better.
I’m walking a slack line with no tether. I’m climbing with no rope. Because the one who’d catch me is gone.
Yes, he is gone. And the buck stops with mom when anything goes wrong. It’s my responsibility, there is no one else.
Fear tells me I can’t. I’m not enough. I’m weak, and I am lost.
I remember, fear is a liar.
I can make my home, raise my children, handle every important decision, serve my clients and teach my students.
I can say goodbye to a life I loved and walk forward into a different, yet equally as rich, life.
I can say yes to today, tomorrow, and each day that follows. Whether alone or with the help of my beloved friends, I can.
Because where fear can’t, I can. 💙
**Note – I am climbing with a rope in this picture 😉
Sail Away ~ Joshua Tree
Photo by Christina Endo @christinaendo
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