I can feel my stomach doing flip flops. My stomach actually is upset, from a heavy, late dinner. I can feel extra saliva in my mouth. I am having difficulty getting my mind off my stomach and what's going on inside it, so I shall type here to help.
I feel that there is a threat, the threat of getting sick. I feel so much energy going through my system right now; I could lift a mountain. I am fidgiting. I feel as if I am preparing for something. I know what it is. Getting sick. My mind is preparing for it. I feel hot. My heart wants to jump out of my chest.
The Fearis a small green army, beating down at my door.It's mission is to consume me and bring me to my knees, both mentally and physically. I have so many thoughts racng through my head, it's like my brain is doing the Indy 500. Yet the more I think, the more troops Fear adds to it's army. "What if,...... what if,....what if,....what if I get sick?"
I can't stand getting sick. I hate it. I find it the most unpleasent feeling in the world. Yet the nausea is sitting right in the pit of my stomach. But what if I get sick? I am close to the bathroom, so I feel comfortable about that. But I just added a few more troops to Fear's army.
I have a choice to make. I can either choose to be consumed utterly by thefear, or I can fight Fear and it'sarmy with everything I have.
I choose to FIGHT.
(I will let you all know how I did, but right now, I need to go splash some cool water on my face and gather my army of Courage)