Fearful? What are you assuming?

When I was 17 I thought nothing of walking a mile home by myself after a post-pub curry late on a Friday night. 19 years later, I felt afraid running solo along a country lane close to home on a bright, clear-skyed Sunday morning. Booze and youth, the critical difference? When I decided to write this post I thought I was going to invite you to take a moment to reflect on where in your life fear might not be justified and what extra joy, professional gain, sense of achievement... Read More