April 19, Forest Hills, NY: Fear. Saying it gets old. I'm sick of feeling it. But I think its not going anywhere. I guess I can consider the fact that I no longer hide it a small victory. But isn’t that true only if sharing it makes me less likely to act on it? I guess we’re all afraid of something. Healthy fears, unhealthy fears. The unhealthy ones that we say are healthy to make us feel ok about holding on to them. The things I’m afraid of now aren’t the same as the things I was afraid of a year ago. But is that growth? Does it just mean my priorities are reshuffled? Hmm. Maybe reshuffling my priorities was exactly what I needed.