A few weeks ago, I had a very terrifying encounter with a fat, hairy spider in my shower. So scary in fact, that the incident has stuck with me and I can't stop thinking about (and fearing) this thing. Am I scared one of his hairy 8 legged friends will show up to avenge his death? ...
Spending a Day with Fear (And Why We’re Now Friends)
For awhile, I thought fear was a real asshole - one of those toxic people that I just couldn't have terrorizing my life anymore. Like, here I am trying to dream all these big dreams, do all this cool shit, and take big leaps, and fear's gotta be all, "no you can't", "you're not good enough", ...