We’re so used to running from discomfort,

and we’re so predictable. If we don’t like it,

we strike out at someone or beat up on ourselves.

We want to have security and certainty of some

kind when actually we have no ground to stand

on at all. (When Things Fall Apart, Pema Chodron)

In the excitement of realizing what seemed like so many dreams at once, I did not think much of what was to come, so I felt no fear. Continue reading →