I think of my feelings as one big party. For example, fear is just a guest at the party. With doubt and shame. But also joy and love and excitement. Everybody’s there. No big whoop. Fear isn’t picking the music, serving the food, mixing the drinks. Fear has nothing to do with the itinerary or the schedule or the guest list. Fear hasn’t hung up a single balloon. Because I am in charge. I’m the DJ, the caterer, the bartender, the planner AND the decorator. I call the shots. Fear is just there.