As I apparently discovered right here in my blog two days ago, I’m apparently too afraid of being broke to try a dream job out.
I’m afraid of failure. Most specifically, of failing my family. Which I guess ties into the being broke one. I wonder how many risks that fear has prevented me from taking?
I’m afraid of becoming infirm. I fear my body giving out and me not being able to physically do the things I want to do. If I were to become paralyzed, I would not want to live anymore, I think.
I fear falling. It’s not heights so much as the notion of falling from one, and the sudden stop at the end. No force in the universe would get me to jump out of a plane.
As a dad, I fear the future for my daughter; I fear that I haven’t adequately prepared her yet. I’m sure that one is unfounded, but that’s probably true of most fears.
I guess most of those are common and rational; but some of them bummed me out to discover. The question is what, if anything, will I do about them?