When I was younger, not that Im not young now, I am only 31 years old but Im talking about me in my 20s, that me was more bold, less afraid, I didn’t experience fear the way I do presently. In fact when asked the burning question “What do you fear the most?“I always remember answering that my most tremendous fear was fear itself.

But as I grow older, fear inevitably arrives at my shore and gains more territory every chance it gets. Fear in every size and form. I know is growing on me because I become more controlling, trying to micromanage things just for the fear of the unknown. After all, we anxiously seek control hoping to feel safe. Micromanaging is really exhausting and frustrating, specially when something doesn’t go the way you planned it.

Another way fear invades my life is by sabotaging my thoughts, making me believe I don’t deserve the things that I have worked for and making me feel like I don’t have the right to take up space and try things I have always wanted to try, like writing.

I have a lot to write about fear and how I am experiencing it in this time of my life and I will keep writing about it, since I believe its an obstinate defence from it and a creative way for me to become the conqueror. Let me be clear: While fear might be here with its flags and armed ships it will not colonize me, I refuse.