Its taken me a while to think out this second post. It is strange to think through who may be reading this, who may be judging me. I'm surprised at my own self-consciousness. It is the nature of all social beings to think in relation to others, I suppose, but it seems so inhibitive at times.
But what was inhibiting my writing, and continues to now, can't be a direct social link to my audience. It is unlikely that many will find this who know me, or recognize it as mine. There is no Direct social contact inherent. What limits me is rather my own imagination. I can picture reactions to this writing, and other things I have been writing. These reactions are not always favorable, hence my fears. How is it that i act against them now?
I have not consciously run through the probabilities of favorable and unfavorable responses. I haven't challenged the basic fears that tell me not to write. Yet I write. When did I overcome them? Was it even I?
What silently overcomes fears?
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