You know what gets me.

That little fear in the back of my head.

Saying don’t stick out, you’ll be safer with the group.

It’s that S.O.B. that I have to fight day in & day out.

And then, something good happens and that fear tranforms.

Now, it says they are going to laugh at you.

All the while I keep going.

[Tweet “I can’t run from my fear. But I damn sure can run it over.”]

I’m doing the work.

No time, on my calendar for fear.