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Fear: The Stuff of Nightmares


Finally, wake after a horrible nightmare.  Shaky and sweaty.

 As I walked through my garden thinking, I wondered, "Where does my brain come up with this stuff?"

I realized this "stuff," was all of the fear I wrestled with when I am awake.

 My fears by day become my terror at night.

 Fear of not measuring up.
Fear of failure.
Fears around letting people down.
Losing things or people.
Getting lost.
Falling.

 Wow, if this is what my day to day thought life looks like, no wonder I'm tired at the end of the day!

 I don't even realize I'm thinking these thoughts, all the same I am obviously feeling them deeply.

 In light of my recent work on self-care, I see this in a new perspective.  
  • In what ways do I become more aware of my daily feelings and process them "on the go?"
  • Why am I holding on to anxieties and fears?  Am I drifting about life, being blown about by every feeling.
  • How can I shift my faith in to gear and be more intentional in combating it?
  • In what ways is the pace of my life contributing to the fear in my heart or is it just bad habits?  Maybe a little of both.
I do know as a man thinketh in his heart, so he is.  As I thinketh, so I am.

If my nightmares are any indication...I need to change my thinking!!

The aphorism, "As a man thinketh in his heart so is he," not only embraces the whole of a man's being, but is so comprehensive as to reach out to every condition and circumstance of his life. A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts.As the plant springs from, and could not be without, the seed, so every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought, and could not have appeared without them. This applies equally to those acts called "spontaneous" and "unpremeditated" as to those which are deliberately executed.Act is the blossom of thought, and joy and suffering are its fruits; thus does a man garner in the sweet and bitter fruitage of his own husbandry.
http://jamesallen.wwwhubs.com/think.htm

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