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Fears in the Fearless

It's been so refreshing to receive such positive feedback about the things I'm afraid to tell you. I honestly could have created a book, but my fears change so frequently I'd have to write them down daily. And with a massive amount of change recently entering my life, they are piling up! When I posted the blog, I had multiple emails pour in on others and their fears - I was surprised to see how similar we all are. One that stood out to me on a personal level was the list I received from my Mom. She's always been such a strong and courageous woman in my eyes, someone I could've put money down on the fact that she was fearless - here is a physically and internally beautiful woman (click for photo) who since a teenager, has fought for her life, stood independently solid on her own two feet, broke almost every bone in her body through all of her years of exciting careers and intense hobbies, who's dealt with unbearable heart breaks, looked death in the face and laughed, and moved all the way to another country by-her-self (Costa Rica!) with only a bag of clean clothes, accompanied by a "Learn Spanish Fast" book. But she has reassured me that even those we look-up to most; spiritual leaders, teachers, heros - we all struggle with fears and doubts. It doesn't make them any less of the person you thought they were, it makes them more. I'm honored to share what she has written. Her accomplishments exceed any fears - including her most recent project at The Soulcenter, (check it out, and "like" the page) in Cahuita, Costa Rica. Here it is, a women who so many of us admire and aspire to be, boldly stating what she's afraid to tell everyone - unedited. 


10 Things I'm afraid to tell everyone - Lisa M.

1. I smoke. I hate smoking and every time I try to quit, I end up smoking more. It drives me crazy to think a little cigarette has so much control over me!

2. I’m scared. I’m scared that I’m making the wrong choices, I’m scared of getting hurt emotionally by anyone I love. Sometimes I’m scared I’ll always be alone.

3. I worry A LOT. I worry about everything and everyone. I worry if I said or did the right thing. I worry if I hurt someones feelings. Hell, I worry that I worry too much!

4. I hate cleaning house! I live messy, cluttered and unorganized. And don’t move my things!

5. I talk too much when I get nervous I ramble on and on.

6. I wish I could just say what I mean and mean what I say instead of blaming others for not being able to read my mind.

7. I’m not comfortable with large groups of people in any situation.
Hell I’m not comfortable with any people really. I don’t like crowds or feeling crowded.

8. I’m not an intelligent person. Don’t ask me anything about Geography, Math Science or history cause chances are.....I don’t know. (But I’ll try to pretend like I do) lol

9. I don’t like shaving my legs, styling my hair or wearing makeup. But I do secretly compare myself to other woman.

10. Sometimes I just wanna say “fuck it” and walk away.

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