I’m continuing today to follow along with the great prompts in #Blogtober14. As I said in yesterday’s post, many of these prompts are similar to exercises I have done in journaling workshops with my clients and even with myself. #Blogtober14 is not only a great exercise in helping bloggers to write everyday but also has a therapeutic component to it. (Ok, that’s enough of the counselor coming out).
Today’s prompt is to write about my biggest fear.
Before I share my fear, I feel it is important to note that very few things in life scare me. I have the tendency to face anything I fear head on and I have done that since I was a child. There may be moments when fear intimidates me but I will eventually push back.
The reality is my biggest fear in life has already happened to me.
After my father’s death when I was a child, unlike many children, I did not fear something happening to my Mom. I always felt that someone would be there to take care of and support me. It is surprising that as I became an adult, I feared losing my biological family. Perhaps that was because I began to see my once nice size family begin to lose touch with each other, become estranged and die.
I’m not sure when the fear of not having any close biological family left began to be a part of my life. I feared no longer belonging somewhere as you do when you have your own family.
I truly expected my Mom and Nanny to both live to old age. I expected to deal with the issues of caring for an aging parent and grandparent. James and I even called one of our guest bedrooms my Mom’s future room. However the universe had other plans when my Mom died and four months later my Nanny.
The reality is I have learned a lot over the past year and a half. Family does not have to be blood.
I continue to have difficult days of missing them and wishing they were here. I’ve struggled in feeling like I do not have a place to return home to. I’m too young to be without parents or grandparents.
However, I have been given the love of my husband and friends who have stood by my side.
These are people who have chosen to love me, not because we are bound by blood but because we are bound by friendship, respect and love.
I could finish this post by saying that at times I fear losing my husband. However, I choose to not dwell on this fact. I have learned how to cope with the worse in life and I believe that whatever life may throw at me, I will be able to make it. I have increased my strengths and developed new healthy coping sills. Remembering what I have done in the past helps me to know what I can do in the future.
Do you know what your fears are? How do you deal with them?
Sheryl is a transition coach, trainer and speaker from Lexington Kentucky. As the author of the blog How to Make A Life, she uses her own life and journey as a blueprint to help others find motivation, inspiration and hope for a healthy and happy life. About Twitter Instagram Pinterest