Category archives: No Fear

Anxiety Disorder: What a Life of Worry Does to You Bookmark and Share

So it seems I may actually be a little bit crazy. Many of you may be thinking “no shit, that’s why I read this blog. Your crazy makes me feel better about my crazy.” (insert humor defense mechanism)

 Yesterday, I went to the doctor for mysterious, prolonged pain and sensitivity in my back and under one arm. Plus, I wanted to discuss why after four months of a slower-paced life, I still feel exhausted to my bones and want to nap after a 30-minute run.

It turns out I have atypical shingles—the kind that causes pain without the ...

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Are You Able to Let Go of Expectations? Bookmark and Share

Maybe it’s because the holidays are just around the corner, but it seems that a number of my recent conversations with friends have dealt with expectations. More specifically, an inability to meet them.

After a visit to her home state, one friend questioned how she could possibly see all of the relatives who want her to come for dinner or pop in to say hello. The answer is, of course, that she can’t and so she ends up feeling badly about it.

I remember those visits—usually they encompassed an early morning flight and four days spent in ...

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Celebrating 40 After the Year of No Fear Bookmark and Share

Until I hit 39 nearly every decision (or lack of decision) in my life had been directly or indirectly based on fear. Fear of isolation, loneliness, success, emotions, instability. You name a fear and I can probably tell you a decision I made based on it.

Last October as I approached my last year in my 30s, I finally said “fuck fear.” (Sorry for the profanity, but fear is powerful and you need a strong word to combat it.) I deemed my 39th year “the year of no fear.”

In two days I turn 40 and as I look at ...

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The Night I Stopped Faking It Bookmark and Share

This month marks the one-year anniversary of my blog. This milestone prompted me to revisit my very first blog post. It isn’t the first entry on this website. It is instead a piece I wrote 21 months before even existed. Yet, it was without a doubt the beginning.

It is called “Faking it,” and I wrote it at the end of the first staycation I had ever taken. Fresh off a week at home with my husband and daughter, I sobbed in anguish the night before I returned to a job that was sucking the life out ...

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Life Unscheduled Bookmark and Share

In the past month, I’ve driven my car only twice. Not once have I said, “Hurry up. We’re going to be late.” I haven’t donned a watch, so most days, at any given time, I have no idea what time it is.

I’ve had a month-long reprieve from logistics. It’s like living in some kind of weird utopia where time stands still, or like being on vacation but in your day-to-day life.

It is refreshing and more than a little unnerving.

My life, like so many of ours, is often ruled by the calendar and ...

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