‘If I wasn’t afraid, I’d do it anyway.’ A piece of wisdom I heard from a wise woman, or a six year old, or maybe an ancient scribe ~ actually I read it in a book. Fear is a funny thing when it comes to voice. Vocal cords seize up, the pit of my stomach is lined with grit and gunk, and I want to freeze in place until a still small voice whispers to me ‘if you weren’t afraid, would you do it anyway?’ That question, like a cat that curls around my leg and purrs, is soft and in the way. So I get up,
get it a treat and try to answer the question.
Make a decision. Do I want the cat or not?
If I do want it ~ the cat, that is ~ am I willing
to feed it? Gentle it and be the boss of my fear?
“Never be afraid to sit a while and think.”
~ Lorraine Hansberry, American playwright,
(May 1930- January 1965)
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