I fear it’s only going to get colder!
I fear that we have no idea what is really going on in the world, even in our own country.
I fear that the risks I take are more risky to those closest to me than they are for myself.
I fear that people won’t like my best work.
Today, I feel like a stranger in Nottingham. It’s hockley hustle, a wristbanded music event taking over the hipster end of Nottingham City. A whole host of venues have truly come alive this Sunday and me and the photographer boyfriend are investigating the life behind all the doors we’ve walked past but never actually gone in. Currently we have found our way into Filthy’s as the programme said something along the lines of… german rave forest, and it sounded too interesting to miss. Waiting for the next act to start, this buzz of people tells me Nottingham has so much more than I ever perceived previously… watch this space.
I fear that I am wrong in my ideas and opinions of what happens after death.
I fear that I will never be certain of my left and right.
I fear that I will never be debt-free.
I fear that I will outlast my knees.
Fear isn’t a bad thing. Really, I think recognition of our fears drives us and motiviates us in order to avoid them. Hence, this new feature. Short and sweet, just one little fear per day to keep me focused.
I fear I’ll never finish my novel.