Sadie and Bernice and I are starting to love this walking thing. (Well, the girls always loved it. It was Mom who had some issues.)
Today we had a little test from the Universe, and we passed with flying colors. Some runners were out, with several large dogs, one of which was not on a leash. I drew Sadie and Bernice in and crouched down beside them, to let them know I’d keep them safe. Some sniffing was done, and then the runners and their dogs went on, and Sadie and I finished our walk. (For those of you who don’t know, I’m paranoid about dog attacks. I’m not afraid of dogs myself, but a good friend had a tragic experience.)
This morning, I set an intention. I decided I would not be afraid; the price of fear is much too high. (I learned this trick with my colt, Banjo. I knew I couldn’t let him sense that I was afraid, or he’d have the upper hand. So I simply switched it off.) Who knew?
Fear is a choice.
And so is courage.
I’m choosing courage.
