Western culture is buried under a blanket of fear. We’re afraid of guns and school shootings, and many children have to pass through metal detectors each morning before entering their schools. We’re afraid of other crime, too – home invasions, gang violence, serial killings, terrorism…. We’re afraid of immigrants and drug abusers, of environmental collapse and deadly disease. We’re afraid of strangers and ISIS and the seasonal flu. The fear is almost addictive.
But, in a very real way, we have nothing to fear but the fear, itself.
Years ago, I could be a pretty wound up girl. Now that I’ve learned to live simply, I’ve gotten to a place in my life where I’m centered and calm, for the most part, and if you were to ask anyone who’s met me in the past several years, they’d tell you I live a slow, tranquil, happy life. For a very long time, though, I was unable to deal with the everyday. This was a shameful thing for me, and I hid it well. Okay, pretty well. I kept it all inside, flooding my body with anxiety and guilt (oh, the guilt…). It spilled out from time to time, but mostly, I kept it all for myself.
(Over) 17 days ago, I started a new habit. I vowed to make a healthy breakfast each morning – a glass of green smoothie and a bowl of homemade, omega-3 packed oatmeal with fruit – even though eating breakfast has always made me feel hungry before lunchtime.
For me, breakfast has always been low on my list of priorities. I tend to skip breakfast most days. I simply don’t feel hungry. When lunchtime rolls around, I start to feel a grumble or two, but never before then. And, if I do happen to, say, eat a breakfast taco or two early, I’ll be starving before it gets anywhere near time to have lunch. I know I’m not the only one, and my issue has been addressed time and time again.