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What Scares You?

We have nothing to fear, but fear itself!

Franklin Delano Roosevelt said this to a nation in the midst of a depression. I have heard the quote many times in my thirty years of life, and recently, in Sunday School, I used the quote myself when discussing boldness with our faith.

Fear is a natural emotion much like anger, love, humor and sadness. Fear can drive us to do great things or it can chain us to the ground. When I was in college, August began the last few weeks before returning to college, and the journey therewith. Fear, that gnawing apprehension in my stomach, became my daily companion until I returned to college. Much of this had to do with my dislike of new experiences and places (and yes, college was always a new place for me even though I only attended one college). When I arrived at college, and began the year, the fear disappeared. This same fear can come when I've been gone from church for a few weeks. I felt it on my return to my church after being in Ireland for five weeks; at the beginning of the summer when I returned from college, and even if I've been away on vacation.

Other things scare me: looms for one thing.

It does not appear all that scary, I realize. Grandma's loom (counterbalance from who knows when) has been a part of my life since I was little. It sits in my studio beside my computer stand ... just waiting. The larger loom is upstairs, safely hidden away, also waiting.

I have the smaller rigid heddle looms that I use on a regular basis, but the two floor looms (named Helen and Elizabeth in honor of Grandma) were last used over three years ago. I love weaving almost as much as I enjoy writing ... almost, but overcoming the fear of the looms is a powerful deterrent.


I don't really know, but I know that I keep putting off the task of weaving.

The warp sits there waiting to be used, but alas I never seem to have the time I need ... sigh.

Yet, I realize that I need to simply proceed with this project. A dummy warp on the loom so I don't waste yarn ... something to catapult me over the initial reticence that comes from who knows where.

What frightens you? What is it that is stopping you from experiencing more? While a rigid heddle loom can do a world of items, it is only two shafts therefore anything requiring four shafts is impossible to do on the loom ... or nearly so. Using four shafts would open my weaving to a world of new items.

It took me several years to start sending manuscripts to the publishers after having so many rejections which can stop writers from proceeding. Today, I sent the manuscript for my latest novel, Shamrocks of Stone to the publisher. It's due to be released in March 2014. Overcoming that fear has opened a new world of published author.

Normally, posts like these come at the beginning of year, but it is the first of August so it's the beginning of a new month. I encourage you to consider what you fear and why you fear it. Is it something that chains you or drives you?

Last week, I suggestted you take one more step, especially if you are an artist wondering why you do what you do. Today, I suggest you pause to see if something frightens you. Overcoming that hurdle will open you to something bigger and better ... even if it is something like using four shafts to weave.


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