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Fear Defined: A Series on What Scares Me Most
One of my long term goals is to confront and conquer as many of my personal fears as possible. Over the last year, I’ve found that indeed the “Only Thing We Have to FEAR, is Fear itself.”1 So welcome to a new series on the things that scare me most.
According to Wikipedia, Fear is an emotional response to a perceived threat. But most of my fears are much more specific then just a perceived threat. In fact, many of my fears are grounded in past experiences and more importantly – past regrets. Over the course of the next few weeks I’ll be talking about a variety of fears. Chances are that you might share these fears with me. If that’s the case, I’d love to hear your story in the comments section. I don’t know why – but I find it reassuring when people admit that they share my fears. I guess it makes me feel less alone2
I’m going to be telling some stories here that make me feel uncomfortable. That’s one of the ways I’ll be confronting my fear of vulnerability (see also Fear of Intimacy).
Shall We Begin?
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