WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE FROZEN IN FEAR

I have been running from Fear my whole life. Yes, I have moments of great courage where I push through and do things like selling everything and taking a trip to the Southwest United States for 3 months, or moving to the Far North of Canada, or becoming a freelance writer — but for a woman of my girth, I am an awfully good sprinter and long distance runner.

Hello, my name is kathy, and I am addicted to numbing.

where DESIRE and FEAR collide

where DESIRE and FEAR collide

The collision point is that teeny-tiny micron of space between DESIRE and FEAR. It’s the sweetly bitter spot where great expansion and change or contraction and collapse of faith happens.

BUST OUT OF THE BOX THAT NO LONGER FITS YOU!

BUST OUT OF THE BOX THAT NO LONGER FITS YOU!

We can try to fit our too big selves back into the box, but once we stick our heads out to peek at what’s out there, the box no longer has room for us. It’s just too damned uncomfortable. There’s nothing else to do but climb out.