Fear can be a friend.
This is not how I commonly think about Fear, but it’s true. I feel fear deep in my gut, on the left side to be precise. I haven’t always known where fear has lived in my body – I had to pay good money to learn that fact from a life coach. How has it served me, you ask? Well, now I can identify when fear is alive and well in my body, and trying to get me to notice. From there, it’s a matter of connecting my thoughts to my body sensations.
But I digress…
Fear has kept me from make a fool of myself. It has been the warning sign that I could fail. Thanks to fear, I haven’t taken on a level of risk that has rendered me dead nor unable to procreate. My kids have thanked me.