Overcoming FEAR and Committing to LOVE



“What if... everyone would COMMIT to the idea of setting our sights to LOVING, NO MATTER WHAT. That means, setting an INTENTION BEFORE HAND, TO SPEAK AND ACT FROM THE HEART.

As we know, once the ego has thrown its first punch— then justifies the reaction— there’s no turning back. If we change this antiquated response by acknowledging the value of KINDNESS, CALMNESS AND CONSIDERATION and that “the humble shall surely inherit the Earth” — there can be, at least, a possibility of LOVING. WHAT WOULD IT TAKE FOR YOU TO COMMIT?


Good question! This query appeared in our book of published authors intending to give readers ideas for journaling. My question on this page was to prompt you, the reader, to explore if you could commit to bring Loving into your life— on all levels.

But I stopped myself before sending this off to my editor. What had I just asked the masses to do? Wow, now this could really appear as a big deal commitment— edging on fantasy.

To think people could actually accomplish something so HUGE as living from love and implementing it in their daily life. I mean, it would be ideal if we all could accomplish it — create a whole new Earth of compassion for All—but is it doable? To an individual actually contemplating the challenge, well, it could almost be overwhelming, I realized. We’ve never been taught how to do that. Most people have been brought up believing: I’m not good enough, or smart enough, or (put what goes here) enough, which means you aren’t loving being yourself or think you can’t be good enough for other’s love.

Sometimes, it’s so overpowering at times that most just revert to frustration, over reaction, anger, physical aggression or just plain avoidance. That’s why our Earth seems to be in such upheaval right now.

Loving is not the norm—yet.

So before I sent off the piece to be published, I decided I would take on my own challenge—what would it take to commit? I would journal it myself.


First off, I had this feeling from deep-down within that it would take tremendous courage to stand up for living a life I’ve always wanted. How many people do I know, that are that brave? Am I? Heck, it’s too scary sometimes to have guts. Right? I mean I have guts, but mostly that’s for digesting my food. Questions came forward in my newly formed exploration...

First one: Why?

Why was it so scary for me to look at something I didn’t want to?

Why was it so petrifying to some, that people would rather choose to run away, live a terrible, miserable, and victim life rather than have courage to look something in the face—straight in the face—learn from it, and change their life to freedom from the self-inflicted blockage?

The things we are afraid of, are often from decisions we made as children to survive, or at least, to tolerate painful and horrifying situations—sometimes hiding them deep in the subconscious so that it can’t effect our lives. But it does.

This is the culprit. More often than not—we all have something that’s stopping us.

Why was fear so intimidating?


I know “Fear” is a program lodged in the medulla oblongata. It’s there to help us survive catastrophic events; it can actually shut down the rest of the brain (like logic) in order to run from bears, get outta the way from falling rocks, quickly. Heck, it may have existed way back in the dinosaur days! If humans existed back then, we would have had to possess that program or we would have been smashed to death every time that titanic beast wanted to lay down and take a nap, or do his business on a hut we were camping out in.

FEAR has been around for a long time.

So, COURAGE has to have been around a long time too -

—however, I’m not sure in which part of the brain it lives. I’ll have to look it up...

Then when I was playing around on Facebook I ran across a beautiful explanation as to just how to live a life of courage, day to day— and who could have written it but, the newly acclaimed Saint— Mother Teresa:

Amen, sista.

Sooo, just what would it take to live life this way? Courage. It would take courage. Let’s look at that.


I suddenly felt nervous. Was I good enough to really have what I really wanted? I immediately had a feeling of cold ice shivers all up and down my body. When I’m uncomfortable, I try to over ride it, I usually get silly or start cracking jokes. I found myself playfully making up my own definition to put into the dictionary:

Courage is the vehicle used to stomp on,

or step over fear.

Just then the song, “These boots are made for walking...” pops into my head,

I love letting the Kid Within come out to play.

I teach the Kid Within at our retreats— how to tap into that huge playground of our imagination. And just let what comes through come through.

Like a kid at play, I found myself making up an exercise that would

overcome fear. I didn’t care if it was crazy —this was my journal, I could do anything I wanted.

Kids have the power of play. Grown-ups do too if they get out of their way. If they give up judging themselves—which is essential to creating anything.

I had an idea. I didn’t know if it would work— but it just popped into my head, so why not?

So I put on some brightly colored, heavy, garden boots and start stomping around. I did. I stomped on all my fears.

There’s a fear: I’m not good enough” and I stomped on it. Oh, there’s one, stomped until I laughed my head off watching myself be such a clown. But it worked. I actually felt pretty stoked. I had the courage to do anything I wanted.


What I took away from the elating experience was:

Courage is just making the decision to jump past fear.

Then I remembered that when I’m at the top of a diamond run on a ski slope looking down at a sheer cliff... "Yikes" is the first word that flashes across my mind—I’ll admit that. BUT I don’t choose to stay there. I might call in the Powers That Be in form of a prayer, (or set an intention) to carry me down the slope safely. Can’t hurt.

I take a deep breath and just jump.

I go past all the “what if’s”,

let go,

be in the true moment

I take a deep breath and just jump. I go past all the “what if’s”, let go,be in the true moment of the mountain; breathing with every fear that comes up, letting it go; responding to all the challenges it's given me, I feel the success of one maneuver slide into the next; pretty soon I’m totally with the mountain: the exhilaration, the love of the opportunity of being in the ‘Zone’ where everything works with grace and ease. And when I reach the bottom of the mountain, my chest is filled with so much pride of what I accomplished over what truly seemed impossible...I’m ready to do it again.

That’s how life works. We have choices: jump and learn and be full— OR be safe and learn nothing and remain in fear of what looks impossible. You get nada, you are empty, and self-confidence becomes your enemy. Something other people have. The ones with COURAGE.


Well now, lets look at fear...just what is fear again, with the intention of seeing it for what it really is: