There’s fear of bodily harm, fear of death, fear of a lost relationship, fear of failure.
I try not to let fear get the best of me, which is sometimes easier said than done. In certain situations, trying and failing is somehow better than not trying at all.
Fear can be overplayed, draining, irrational, but it can also be a sort of spidey sense, protection, an early warning system. We fear things that may never come to pass, but fear can also be a motivating factor. It can contribute to charting a course, whether reactionary or more methodical and thoughtful.
Fear and self-doubt seem to go hand-in-hand. I’ve had an issue with self-doubt most of my life. It’s something I’d like to say I’ve grown out of, but that wouldn’t be truthful. I abhor the paralysis and the hesitancy. There have been periodic breakthroughs, though, a throwing of caution to the wind, because a state of inertia– standing still– is somehow even worse.