Fear has no hold over me

Fear has no hold over me

Sitting in a Starbucks, thinking about fear. It’s a strange thing is fear, it tugs at your sleeve constantly as a reminder that you’re talentless, imperfect, a blight that the perfect tolerate with amusement. Fear transforms those dreams that come to you...

You get what everyone else gets

Endings. Change wrapped in expectation, tied with a bow of sadness. Take the gift with thanks and a smile, it’s for the best you’ll see. Slowly pull the ribbon, untie the knot of pain and grief. Embrace the experience. Easier to say than do, but do you...