Anything hiding in the dark. I know when you’re older you’re not supposed to be afraid of the dark. But the thing is: scary things hide there. If I am ever home alone I throw on all the lights, I’ve got my flashlight and a golf club at my side, no joke. I will strike first and ask questions later if I felt my life was in danger. Period.
I am also afraid of not reaching my full potential. I am nearing my dirty thirties and while everything I got is good, it could be better.
We might be in a recession, but I’m not. I’m not afraid to work hard to get where I need to be. I don’t care if I’m selling flowers on a freeway off ramp, or if I’m an executive in a board room. I will work until the job is done.