Abject terror! My heart is racing. I am in a terrifying maze, several stories high, open and dangerous, running and hiding to escape malevolent, ghostly creatures who are descending upon me to destroy. When I successfully dodge them, they regroup and drop down upon me with doubled fury. Waking suddenly, I cry out loud, “Phantoms of rejection!”
I sit up in bed and think about the implications; how fear of failure had stifled me, how “rejection scars” are still holding me back from taking new risks, and, how I have been unwilling to admit my fear of being under-valued by other humans. Wow.
While millions are dealing with the real demons of war, poverty, disease, and brutality, I am incapacitated by phantoms of rejection.
It’s about time I grew up and faced down my demons.
Or I can continue to live small and infect others with my pettiness.