like a dog barking at the window
whenever anyone approaches,
I am reminded daily,
moment by moment
that knowing better doesn't always mean doing better.
I ruminate on this thought,
toss it over and over in my mind.
Dress it up, tear it down,
cower from it, and fight
the idea that I am not,
will not be enough.
The comfort of productivity and success
seem unworthy foes of doubt.
The question, what would I do if unafraid?
prompts other questions.
What am I afraid of
and how ubiquitous is that fear?
Series of fears?