Fear gets to me. It just does. I've been thinking a lot about fear lately and what impact it has had on my life and what impact it is currently having. In Emily Freeman's, Grace for the Good Girl, she writes that, "Fear drives; Love leads." It's so true. Fear is pushy and aggressive. A bully who shames.
I have been thinking about starting a leadership club for girls at Northwest Guilford High School for two years now. TWO YEARS. The idea would come and go just as quickly as fall turns into winter. As soon as thoughts of initiating this club would pop into my mind, fear would rear its ugly head and begin reminding me of my weaknesses and insecurities and all of the reasons that it would be a complete failure. And I listened. For awhile.
This year, I'm pushing through fear. Afterall, fear is an emotion and a feeling. Fear makes threats, but they are perceived threats; Not real ones. Fear is an imaginary friend gone bad. But heck if its presence doesn't FEEL real. Fear ignites anxiety about things that have not even happened yet.
Today was the first day of "Club Rush," where club members set up tables during lunch to promote their group. Fear showed up, but I pushed past its jeering and sneers. Over 100 girls signed up, and two more days of Club Rush remain. Candy helped, but I think most were genuinely interested in what was being offered. Fear lost his grip today and proved himself a liar.