
Love:
I love reaching out and petting my dog with one hand and my cat with the other.
I love the mixed smell of leaves, rain, and a wood stove in the fall .
I love knowing that when I send a text saying, "I'm on my way home" there will always be a return text saying "Yay! xoxo".
I love the feel of freshly shaved legs on crisp, cotton sheets.
I love hearing my cat snore.
I love my girlfriend's voice when she calls me on the phone.
I love my best friend because she's been my best for almost 30 yrs. We never fight and are amazing travel companions.
I love that my dog Misha came to me in a dream after she died to let me know she was healthy and happy and now a companion to my father.
I love hearing a cacophony of birds first thing in the morning when I step outside.
I love when it snows and the world becomes quiet.
Fear:
I fear my creativity has been stifled and that all my art & music projects will never be completed, or...started.
I fear losing my 14 yr. old cat every day because she's been my best friend and companion through some of the worst periods of my life in the last 12 yrs.
I fear that I will inherit the Alzheimer's gene that took my father 10 yrs ago.
I fear the trust I have rebuilt with someone close over the past 2 years will be shattered by them picking up a beer.
I fear the next time I travel outside my state that my anxiety will envelope me to the point that I won't be able to enjoy, and or finish my trip.
I fear a debt collector is going to turn up from my past and sue me, even though I know I have taken care of my debts.
I fear my business endeavor will fail and my chances of a savings and retirement account will cease to exist and thus, I too, will fail to provide for my family's future.
I fear I will somehow encounter my abuser and not be able to say everything I've held in for the last 35 years because I will be terrified and totally out of my body. (Or I'll go completely bat shit crazy and kill the son of a bitch.)
I fear that I will encounter sleep paralysis again and have to endure the absolute terror instilled in me for what seemed like an eternity by an old hag and a gollum sitting on my chest. (One of the most terrifying experiences of my 43 years.)
I fear that the afterlife I believe in will turn out to actually be a Christian Heaven or Hell, and I'll get the hotter of the two.
Sal a.k.a serious_oregon