I keep tabs on my fears. I keep tabs on how realistic they are, the likelihood of them happening, and from what direction.
As is typical in life, at times I run right into a fear. It pops up in front of me clear as day, out of the blue. That is the point at which point I realize I am not *that* afraid, because amid my surprise I still see clearly what I can *do* in that situation.
It’s like, “Oh, hello there, thing I’ve been scared of all my life. You know, up close you don’t look as horrible as I thought. In fact, I think we can work this out. You may be just what I needed.”
And I feel filled with hope and love.