What I learned about fear from a 4-year-old.
I swung around from the stove and saw fear on my daughter's face. It did not matter that the situation would be easy for me to deal with; it was consuming her little mind. It did not matter that the fear she imagined was unreasonable; it was real to her. The situation demanded attention; her fear was not waiting for me to be ready to manage it.
Fear Can Wait
It started with launching my mindfulness journal. I was scared as hell, letting my old negative self-sabotaging thoughts take over. What does that look like? Well, I was sitting at my kitchen table, in a complete breakdown of tears.