Most folks know about courage.
They think it involves acting brave
and such but mostly it comes
down to focus and bowel control.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Today I faced one of my biggest fears. I was totally out of control other than the slight bit of “standing up for myself” I could do.
Yeah, I was afraid. Shaking a little bit even. But I pulled through and afterward experienced a sense of great relief on account of the experience didn’t kill me.
In fact, now that I reflect upon it, it couldn’t have gone better.
Update: since writing this I have been again threatened by my monster. I stood up better the second time but still gave in so as to appear as dead to be left alone. Course, I’m not dead, just a little shale shocked.
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