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Jun 2014
I've always struggled with an uncomfortable feeling around wasps and other biting/ stinging insects.

I got stung on a beach once as a small child for no ******* reason.

But this afternoon, I was standing on my porch wondering about fears and how they make us less than who we are when we're fearless and do our thang like a boss.

I've always been a boss.

Just not when I'm afraid.

And I looked down at my hand, and saw a wasp sitting on it. I reacted slowly to it as I had just finished puffing a spliff.

The extra second to register what it was afforded me an extra second to notice I wasn't afraid.

I have no idea how long it had been there.

I wasn't afraid when I wasn't aware of it, and it did me no harm. I continued to watch it **** around and breathe on my hand, and it continued to do me no harm

That's when I realized that a fear based on past experience should be seen as a thing of the past.
The past created who I am today... that doesn't always have to affect me in the present moment.
PeatrJay
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PeatrJay  British Columbia, Canada
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