This one isn’t easy.
I don’t tend to talk about my fear of the future. In fact, I do everything in my power to try and avoid that conversation. How do I confess that I fear I might be making all of these mistakes? Since hindsight is 20/20, how could I be confident I’m doing it right now? How do I know if I’m writing to my future children in vain because that’s not even a process I’m close to having come true? All the time spent trying to correct the past for everyone else might be taking the most significant toll on my future. What do you do with something like that?
I fear I may never be a girl dad or even the sports dad for my son.
I fear I may never get to take my wife to see the northern lights and wake her up with some coffee and bread.
I fear I may never take my kids around the block I grew up on, the same tour I took with the ones I had no wall up with.
Those are all real fears for the future, yet the fear seems so pathetic in writing. The topic you can’t stop thinking of yet can’t find words to type on your keyboard. How do you put into words the reasoning for this keeping you up at night?
How do you overcome these fears, and where do you start?

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