January 2011
5 posts
Fear
I do have the fear of aging. I believe it was passed on from my mother; it seems as though she shares the same fear. I don’t want to look in the mirror one day and not recognize myself, or wonder how I ended up where I am. Perhaps I’m really afraid of not living, or maybe of missing out on times where I was too afraid to take a risk. I tucked tail and ran when faced with a situation I...
