What happens when one person isn't afraid

I often wonder to myself what my blog is about. I especially wondered just before I decided to leave my job. I had this overwhelming urge to go write, but what was it all about? I've realized that I do have a theme.

Have you ever wondered what a person would do if they weren't afraid? I have. And in my daydreams, that person is me.

Although I'd like to say that I'm not afraid of anything, that would be a big load of crap. I'm afraid of a lot of things; some are new, and others have been hanging around since I was a kid. And I think it sucks.

I've realized that there is one thing that doesn't suck though, and it's a heck of a lot tougher than fear. And that's me. I haven't found a way to make fear go away yet, but I've been working on ways to summon up the courage to walk right past it and to summon up even more to keep me from looking back.

And that's what my blog is about. About fear and about me. And the courage to be me. To not let fear stop me from shining through, to keep me from being honest with the world, with you but most of all, with myself. It's a fight that I'll win battle by battle, and that I know with every fibre of my being. It's a type of knowing that I've never experienced before. It's powerful, it's huge but most of all, it's real.

So in my daydreams, I'll keep wondering what I might do if I wasn't afraid. And when I wake, I will do each of those things, no matter how much fear stands in my way.

Each battle is for just one person, but the war is not mine alone. Others fight alongside with me, others wait for far too long. I might be just one person, but I'm glad that person is my own.

Photos - Me being me. From top to bottom: Me, munching and making a mess; Me, proposing to my beautiful little friend with a spectacular candy ring; Me, in disguise, upside-down; Me, in love.