I’m afraid of things that go bump in the night. I’m afraid of my lemon merengue pie turning out soupy. I’m afraid of dark shapes appearing on the side of the road when I run, especially when they have white stripes.

I’m afraid of missing the turn onto my road because I’m so caught up in the story I’m listening to in my pick-up. I’m afraid of forgetting things I’m supposed to do. I’m afraid of losing those I love. 

I’m afraid of spooky movies. I’m afraid of mayonnaise and Miracle Whip. I’m afraid of tornadoes. I’m afraid of not living up to expectations. I’m afraid of not having enough resources.

I’m afraid sometimes, but that doesn’t stop me from living a rich life, even I do wake up shaking sometimes in the middle of the night. I care about deeply about making each moment count, about living full and whole and abundantly. And, yeah, I don’t always succeed. But, there is always tomorrow.