Scaredy cat. What no little girl wants to be labeled. Not only because of the reality that I hated cats, but also because I wanted people to see me as brave. Bold. Courageous. Fearless.
First it was dogs, then it became most animals at the zoo. Don’t forget the Chick-fil-A cow, clowns and the surprising fear of gloves with hands in them. As a young girl, many seemingly silly things scared me very much. I was not timid or shy around people, but I had this desperate need to feel safe and comfortable in each situation. As I got older, the little fears were conquered, but bigger fear came into play like rejection, failure and vulnerability. Continue reading “An Honest Moment”