So hard to answer future’s riddle
When ahead is seeming so far behind
So hard to laugh a child-like giggle
When the tears start to torture my mind
So hard to shed the life of before
To let my soul automatically soar
“Long Promised Road”- The Beach Boys
FEAR. The emotion that tears down our momentum. Makes us ill. It can rule our lives. Fear and its bastard cousin WORRY , have leeched my creativity like a ShamWow on a counter spill. When this happens I slow my pace,talk to a friend, or watch something inspirational.
When I do this, I realize that my fear is a bold faced liar. It tells me I won’t have enough. I won’t love enough. I can’t live enough. My soul which runs on high octane faith, lets me know to quiet down . That solutions are already available. That tomorrow is a brand new day.