Fear

One of my eight tattoos is a rune from The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. It stands for being fearless. Yet, lately, I’ve been letting my behaviour be dictated by exactly that; fear. I fear failure. I fear success. I fear the amount of effort that goes into both. I fear how people will respond if I come out as a witch. I fear not being my authentic self. I fear being judged, and found lacking. I fear a lot of things, apparently.

I hide bits and pieces of myself and only allow people to see what I want them to see – out of fear. I don’t try as hard as I should – out of fear.

This is so ironic for me to have a fearless tattoo, when I’m riddled with them.

I’m done.

I want to be fearless; and accept that not everyone will like me. I want to jump in, with both feet and not fear the consequences (within reason, of course – I’m not literally jumping off a cliff). I want to be fully me and release the witch within. I will tackle my goals one at a time and work on them until I succeed, and revel in it when I do.

Am I alone here? What are you missing out on, because you’re scared? Where did these fears come from? Let’s banish them; here and now.

I’m done.

Let’s be Fearless.