The other day I heard that stress is just another form of fear. Interesting. Because I feel like a person who faces their fears, I was taken aback by this comment. But just to entertain the idea, I listed all my stresses. When I looked at the list, my stressors all pretty much pointed to the fear of not being enough.

Later in the week, I heard that fear (in the form of stress, perfectionism, procrastination, etc.) is constantly getting in the way of our creative process. Do I use the stress of our family life as an excuse to not pursue my own work and creation?

As I was trying to get honest about my denial around stress, I had a daydream. I imagine two little girl versions of myself holding hands. One named Denial the other named Honesty. I imagine Denial looking at Honesty and saying, “Ok, your turn. God wants you to play with her now.” And as simple as that, the girls part ways and I’m ready to entertain Honesty. Which is to say—I think both have a place in my life, and I move from playing with one to the other in God’s time.