I’m a manager of my fears.
Not even a director. I don’t really get to decide the direction they take.
I just get to manage them once they start to break out of the little box I shove them into — the box that’s overflowing, cramped, all my fears yelling at once but when I’m lucky I don’t hear them too much.
(Maybe life is like that for you, too?)
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