Someone is getting in some target practice with what sounds like a civil war cannon. As the BOOM rolls around the valley, Blondie goes nuts. She is filled with fear by gun fire, thunder, firecrackers, cars back-firing … you get the idea. When we encounter such things she attaches herself to me. If I’m sitting at the table working she will shove her head into my arm pit and peer up at me, “Save me Dougie, save me!”
Today I’m working in the kitchen, so she’s a fear filled foot-wort. Every time I have to shift position, she shifts too. It’s kind of a pain. But then I remember that I too have been dealing with some fear and self-doubt issues. Continue reading “Facing Fear”