Chased.

I have decided that I am optimistic about 2016. Despite the first day's repeating of several challenges that I was sure I had decided I was leaving in 2015, I end this first day of the year all kinds of certain that I'll be swimming in a deep ocean of goodness for the next twelve months.

There is one teeny, tiny obstacle to bathing in all this goodness: my fondness for fear. I have long been expert at keeping fear folded in my wallet, ready for any excuse to be pulled out and shown to any and all. When I was 8, it was fear of fire. When I was 10, it was fear of nuclear war. Lately I seem to like my fear of climate change and/or earthquakes quite a bit. I've also collected a fair number of more existential fears: fear that we are not who we think we are; fear that we have failed The One Test That Matters; fear that the stakes are higher than I thought; fear that I misunderstood it all.

Oh fear, what a faithful friend you have been.

However, I am really, really committed to my plans for 2016 so I must be caught. Because of course, I have been chased. Or at least, I'm willing to believe that it is truth-ish that Perfect Love chases out fear, and that I have been outrunning said perfect love for a while now, fuelled as I was by all that fear. And so I'm going to believe that having been chased, I can slow up enough to be caught and let all my fear get chased out.

Obviously, this has been an option for a while. But 2015 taught me that fear served me not at all - the worst things happened, and the anticipatory fear I'd borne didn't make those things any easier to manage. It was so irrelevant. It just didn't matter. Hard things were happening and we were doing them, and doing them actually made them a lot less terrible than fear had told me they would be. Fear is such a fucking liar. Anyway, if fear isn't going to equip me to handle all the terrible that is surely still to come, I think I'd like to just put it down. It has been so heavy.

I'm going to try to throw a bit more hope in my wallet instead, and then just go hunting for the goodness. Good morning day, I'll say. What goodness do you bring? That's what I'll say this year.

I think it's going to be awesome. Getting caught by Perfect Love is probably pretty great.