How much fear can one person hold?
If that person is me, the answer is A LOT! It took me four decades on this planet to finally make choices from a place of faith and not fear.
The sneaky thing about choices rooted in fear are that they appear to be logical and practical and safe. My heart doesn't sing when I think of logical and practicality and safety. I spent years making level-headed decisions and patting myself on the back because of them, all the while my heart was getting quieter and quieter.
Today I had an incredible opportunity to present at the Inter-Agency of State Employed Women at their annual conference. If I were to make a list of all the things I was afraid of today, it would fill this blog!
Fear of not even finding the place? Check.
Fear of not finding my car after the event? Check.
Fear of falling off the stage? Check.
Fear that someone has video of me falling off the stage? Check.
Fear of bombing my presentation? Check.
Fear of looking foolish and incompetent? Check and Check.
So, you get the point. I won't bore you with the other 997 fears that rattled around in my head and in my body today. But today is a day to CELEBRATE because when the fears trickled in, I gently swept them away in a wave of faith.
As I was walking to my car after my final presentation, I took a moment and closed my eyes and said a silent prayer of gratitude. I was grateful that I got to spend an incredible day with incredible women. I was grateful that when my old friend FEAR tried to stop me from experiencing this day, I chose FAITH instead.