How is this for a fear?
I’m reading The Crossroads of Should and Must by Elle Luna.
I’m at the part where I must list ten of my fears on a piece of paper. But because I’m commuting on the bus to work, I think about just one fear: the fear of – success(?!!).
I have two or one goal(s) depending on how I look at them: Being about to sustainably write poetry that it earns an income, or earn the income some other way so that I can continue to write poetry.
Like, if successful, I don’t want fame or notoriety to distract me from writing poetry or pursuing my spirituality. Solitude is a good thing, something necessary for someone trying to live a mystical monk-like lifestyle.
Most of the time when I think is this, it look like shadow of something scary but consciously I know to be an old tree bare from being midwinter in Detroit. Upon closer inspection it looks more like laziness, but that’s not true either.
The truth is – I’m slow, chaotic and prone to being distracted.
Liferaft in the Abyss 