Mr. Wyre, It has come to my attention in the past twenty-seven and one-half years I have continuously and routinely wished to attempt audacious new endeavors and, instead of bravely adventuring into the unknown, you have swiftly discouraged me through thoughts of doubt and anxious discomfort or by immediately assassinating my willpower with the dull blade of apathy. This has happened no matter the size or make of the deed, whether it be as private as learning to cook or as public as singing in front of a group. You have been habitual in causing discomfort and your objections as consistent as nightfall. Because I trusted you, I thought you knew best and acquiesced to your urgings. I would quit before I even began.
A Letter to My Fear
A Letter to My Fear
A Letter to My Fear
Mr. Wyre, It has come to my attention in the past twenty-seven and one-half years I have continuously and routinely wished to attempt audacious new endeavors and, instead of bravely adventuring into the unknown, you have swiftly discouraged me through thoughts of doubt and anxious discomfort or by immediately assassinating my willpower with the dull blade of apathy. This has happened no matter the size or make of the deed, whether it be as private as learning to cook or as public as singing in front of a group. You have been habitual in causing discomfort and your objections as consistent as nightfall. Because I trusted you, I thought you knew best and acquiesced to your urgings. I would quit before I even began.