Aney now see what that Divine woman has gone and done...inspired me with a post subject and made me feel all guilty for stealing her original idea. Never mind... I'm Sri Lankan and I watch Sirasa. Plagiarism is in my blood. But for what its worth:
Disclaimer - the topic of this post was somebody else's idea.
And now, on to all those little things that spook me out. I'm afraid...
... of being boring.
... of the high possibility of never being completely independent and free of obligation.
... of waking up one morning and realizing I made a mistake. A big one.
... of never feeling truly happy.
... of material poverty.
... of my own paranoia.
... of the ocean. (Bet ya didn't know that, eh?)
... of losing my ability to dance.
... of the dark.
... to trust.
... of not finding my passion in life.
... of losing my passion FOR life.
... of facing this judgmental world as the real me.
... of turning into my mother.
... of dying before the world sees me or I see the world.