They were mistaken.
I’m afraid of: ridicule, poison ivy, spiders, ticks, deer, police cars, water, tall men, cows, getting lost, yellow traffic lights, old houses, and new software.
I live with terror. I breathe anxiety. It’s the way I’m made.
When Victor calls my name at next month’s open mic, my hands might tremble again, because I’m not fearless.
Although … I’m not afraid of bees.
Cow Epiphany #2
Gangaji Said, "Stop"