Now. Go do it and then come back.
The copy reads "Hope is a thing with feathers. So is fear, so is fear."
You might recognize "Hope is a thing with feathers" from Emily Dickinson's poem Hope. (No I didn't. I had to look it up).
This piece really got to me. The first thing I thought was that it's my choice -- hope or fear.
I am very much in the habit of choosing fear. From the very beginning, as far back as I can go it was scary. I kind of adopted fear and held onto it. Got to know it really well and now it's kind of a default.
Fear is a thing with feathers. It is. It takes off and takes me with it until I am functioning adequately well on the outside but on the inside I'm a trembling, fearful mess.
So here I am. Afraid to push ahead, push out, push on. Anytime something new arises I default and get scared.
I'm going to try to choose Hope every chance I can. I think it's moment by moment. For me I am often afraid of the little every day things and I let that fear take over. So today (and hopefully the next and the next and the next) I'm going to start grabbing onto Hope instead of Fear and see where She takes me.