I’ve been thinking about irrational fears a lot lately, friends. Well, I suppose I’ve been feeling them a lot too. The mind is a funny thing: You know these fears (one of my biggest ones is losing my mom) are irrational, but you can’t stop your mind from drifting to them, sometimes even out of the blue. For example, I went out to breakfast yesterday, and Tears In Heaven came on the radio. That song always gets me, but for some reason, I almost found myself bawling yesterday. Right there in the restaurant. All over my delicious cheese omelette.
And what’s even more interesting is that I have virtually zero fears when it comes to my disability. I mean, I think about the effects my disability has had on my love life, but that’s it. Thinking is vastly different from worrying and being scared and afraid. Maybe I used up all my disability fears during all those hospital stays? That could very well be part of it.
I do know one thing: I’m desperately trying to not be one of those people who need to have something to worry about, who thrive on it as if it were their drug of choice. All. The. Time.
What are your irrational fears? How do you deal with them? xoxo
[Photos via Abby Sharp]