Either you decide to stay in the shallow end
of the pool or you go out in the ocean.
Christopher Reeve
I wrote the following post many years ago. The Captain was already an awesome friend, but it was before we became serious about getting together. Actually, I was involved with two other guys I was contemplating moving on with. The big question was "am I ready?"
The theme of the post is fear and feeling safe. While I am so thankful I got through the fear of moving on and eventually let The Captain into my life and got married, fears still keep me from moving on with my life in different ways.
When I think that I am hopeless with all these fears I still have, I feel gratitude for the progress I have made since JR passed away. The post I wrote back in 2009 proves that to me and I don't feel so crazy.
Originally published April 15, 2009
What would you do if you weren't at all afraid?
For someone who has way too many fears, I often ask myself that question. Most of my life I've been fearless in pursuit of what strikes my fancy, however, in past years my fearless nature has been tamed to the extreme.
There seems to be an inordinate need to be "safe" . . . staying in my comfort zone prevents me from living a truly satisfying life as I once experienced with such a zest for life.
Perhaps this is all a result of the grief process . . . the extreme life changes . . . and hopefully my "normal" zest for life will return. Fear of failure has gripped my heart and soul where I once followed every dream after making the plan, I now analyze everything to death before making any significant move . . . fearful of the outcome rather than approaching the situation in my usual carefree but cautious manner.
Moments of attaining my ying/yang life balance are coming back with regularity, but leave me with that "fear of failing mentality" with as much regularity. Time heals all wounds and I see this as one of the most important areas of my life to gain control over.
The fear is like a security blanket that I have found difficult to let go of . . . why? It doesn't really keep me safe and keeps me from moving on with my life. Did I just hit on the answer? Is it a fear of moving on and letting go of life as it was? Still feeling the guilt of moving on?
Fate and destiny brings people into our lives at different times for various reasons. Someone from my past has come back into my life who I have always loved, respected, have an extreme comfort with, passion for and would trust with my life . . . my first love.
TRUST AND LOVE . . . isn't that what my major relationship problems have been in recent past?
My thoughts of moving on are becoming more realistic. There is no doubt in my mind why "he" is back in my life . . . to cross that huge bridge in my path with me . . . it scares me.
There are times when people drift out of my life and at the time I wonder why, yet always find the answer with the passage of time. The reasons are always for my benefit whether I consciously agree or not. One door closes and another opens . . . the biggest obstacle is walking through that door. Perhaps there is a reason why . . .
If you listen to your fears, you will die
never knowing what a great person
you might have been
never knowing what a great person
you might have been
Robert H. Schuller
I wrote the following post many years ago. The Captain was already an awesome friend, but it was before we became serious about getting together. Actually, I was involved with two other guys I was contemplating moving on with. The big question was "am I ready?"
The theme of the post is fear and feeling safe. While I am so thankful I got through the fear of moving on and eventually let The Captain into my life and got married, fears still keep me from moving on with my life in different ways.
When I think that I am hopeless with all these fears I still have, I feel gratitude for the progress I have made since JR passed away. The post I wrote back in 2009 proves that to me and I don't feel so crazy.
Originally published April 15, 2009
What would you do if you weren't at all afraid?
There seems to be an inordinate need to be "safe" . . . staying in my comfort zone prevents me from living a truly satisfying life as I once experienced with such a zest for life.
Perhaps this is all a result of the grief process . . . the extreme life changes . . . and hopefully my "normal" zest for life will return. Fear of failure has gripped my heart and soul where I once followed every dream after making the plan, I now analyze everything to death before making any significant move . . . fearful of the outcome rather than approaching the situation in my usual carefree but cautious manner.
Moments of attaining my ying/yang life balance are coming back with regularity, but leave me with that "fear of failing mentality" with as much regularity. Time heals all wounds and I see this as one of the most important areas of my life to gain control over.
The fear is like a security blanket that I have found difficult to let go of . . . why? It doesn't really keep me safe and keeps me from moving on with my life. Did I just hit on the answer? Is it a fear of moving on and letting go of life as it was? Still feeling the guilt of moving on?
Fate and destiny brings people into our lives at different times for various reasons. Someone from my past has come back into my life who I have always loved, respected, have an extreme comfort with, passion for and would trust with my life . . . my first love.
TRUST AND LOVE . . . isn't that what my major relationship problems have been in recent past?
Why am I still not ready?
My thoughts of moving on are becoming more realistic. There is no doubt in my mind why "he" is back in my life . . . to cross that huge bridge in my path with me . . . it scares me.
There are times when people drift out of my life and at the time I wonder why, yet always find the answer with the passage of time. The reasons are always for my benefit whether I consciously agree or not. One door closes and another opens . . . the biggest obstacle is walking through that door. Perhaps there is a reason why . . .
Is there anything you would change about your life?
Has fear kept you from doing something you want to do?
Back to present time . . . the reason was The Captain was my destiny!
