I used to be afraid
I was afraid to fail.
And people say that most are just as afraid of success as they are failure.
I was.
People were right about that.
I was afraid of being outgoing.
But I was afraid of seeming closed off.
Spontaneity and me.
No thank you.
I was afraid of being a deep thinker.
I was afraid that when I actually spoke on what I was thinking people would be unimpressed.
I thought they’d think that the anticipation of my expression was greater than what I expressed.
I was afraid of having a job.
And I was afraid of not having one.
I was afraid of not being as good at that job as I should be.
I was afraid the job I wanted wasn’t out there.
I was afraid that people wouldn’t understand what I wanted to do.
I was afraid of just being who I am, I guess.
And I was definitely afraid to admit who I was.
I didn’t want to risk offending anyone.
But I’ve learned.
Fear can’t live here.
Eviction is in place.
There’s a vacancy for courage.
Welcome mat in place.
Open arms extended.
Hello success.
Hello risks.
Hello thoughts.
Welcome in job.
Well hi there, you.
You are finally home.
