Speaking of fear, I've undertaken a semi-intentional new enterprise in dealing with mine. In the last week I developed a solid handful of new crushes, and I am head-over-heels. When I succeed in ignoring the glaring similarity to chronic anxiety (racing pulse, chills and hot flashes, shaking, obsessive thought patterns), I'm almost able to believe in them. On the down (up?)side, my thoughts are nonstop romance-novel-verging-on-softcore-porn-verging-on-hardcore-porn, and it is an unarguable diversion.
Of me, not by me:
The pressure of no-new-photos is building to dangerous levels. Without my preferred outlet, who knows what might get shared.