In my younger years, my real fear was what people thought. In a weird way, this fear didn’t ‘rule’ my life – I still did whatever God asked me to, but the panic attacks I suffered after events were horrific.
Now, as I find myself relaxing, and people’s opinions not mattering so much, I have discovered a new fear – mistakes.
Yes, I fear making mistakes – not that it keeps me from making them, and so far it isn’t making me be more cautious, but when I make a mistake, the panic returns.
What do you fear? Does it rule your life, or accompany your actions? How do you overcome it?