Walking Through Irrational Fears

I had one of the conversations I want to tuck away in my vault of happy memories today.  It’s Halloween, so my son asked me if I bad memories from watching scary movies.

I told him about my nightly ritual…the one where after I turn the lights out, I take a leap to my bed.  I am still quite certain Freddy Krueger will somehow still slash my Achilles if I take too much time standing by my bedside.

Sadly, this is a true story.

My son was simply shocked.

“You do realize there is NO ONE under your bed, right?”

“I’m not for certain.  There might be an ankle slasher.  You just never know.”

I asked him if he was afraid of anything.  He said other than demons, he really has no fears.

I smirked.  Surely this kid has fears he’s not telling me.

“Well, I am afraid of not having my shoe tied when I get on a roller coaster.”

“Oh yes, because if the lace gets stuck in the roller coaster and whipped you out, right?”

“No.  I wouldn’t want my shoe to fall off if my shoe wasn’t tied.”

“Oh, yeah…that too.”

I went on to explain the differences between irrational and rational fears. Being in a potentially unsafe or dangerous situation is a valid rational fear.  Trying something new and failing or not having the courage to pursue my dreams are irrational fears that speed through my thoughts on a daily basis.

“I fear that if I failed, I might not be able to be the support in our family I need to be.”

“And has that happened, Mom?”


“Then, why do you worry about it, Mom?”

Yeah, Rhonda…why DO you worry about it?

I intentionally got this tattoo about a year ago.  I wanted to always focus on LOVE when my irrational fears consumed me.  I wanted to look at it and immediately release it all.  Surrender my doubts.  Let go of my worrisome thoughts.

But the truth is, permanent ink on my arm doesn’t change anything.

The thoughts might always be there, but I can either choose to give them power and focus on the fear, thus feeding it and manifesting the very things I fear the most.

Or I choose to acknowledge them and then simply, let them go.

I release you, irrational fears.  You serve no purpose in day.

And when you try to creep back in, I turn on some music, I pray, I read something positive, I talk with an accountability partner.

I walk through them.

I remember this…”And, has that happened, Mom?”


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