“Our fears are more numerous than our dangers,
and we suffer more in our imagination than in reality.”
Seneca

I have a pretty active imagination and most of the time that’s a good thing. I like to daydream and let my imagination run free and those are wonderful times that make me laugh and I’m happy. But there are times when my fears get the best of me and if I am not careful I can end up with a major anxiety attack.

I don’t know why I let fear take over.  Maybe it partly comes from when I was a child and told all the bad things that could or would happen if I did or didn’t do something. My parents were the kind of people and that tended to see the dark clouds and not the sun. I guess they were trying to protect me from the bad things of life.  Of course, bad stuff happens to everyone. No one gets a free pass to the good life.

Now that I am old my fears don’t usually beat me up.  I am a survivor.  I have learned that even in bad times there is good to be found though sometimes you have to search through the muck to find it.