The crossed wires of my survival instinct fascinate me. Isn’t anxiety meant to be focused on keeping me safe? Keeping me alive??
And yet I can be on any boat, over any body of water, and not feel afraid. I’ve been on sailboats in the middle of the ocean on stormy seas close to capsizing - and all I seem to feel is the juicy sensation of wanderlust, freedom, peace ❤️
Fear never even crosses my mind...
And yet a simple glance of dissatisfaction from someone I care about sends me into an absolute tailspin of overwhelming panic 😳
Oh sweet mind, you’re so utterly convinced that disappointing people is WORSE THAN DROWNING!!!! Don’t worry - I’m not laughing AT you, I’m laughing WITH you ❤️