In my early twenties, I received a book from my then-boyfriend. I can’t remember if it was a special occasion or not. But I do know he chose the book carefully, wanting to give me something with a message… something that would speak to me on some level. It was a very sweet gesture.

I still have the book and still reread it occasionally. I think my favorite part is his message inside the cover:

‘This book is a metaphor for your life. With love, D.’

He was right. It’s a story about fear… about jumping to conclusions and worrying about those conclusions before knowing if they’re accurate. Throughout the entire book, the main character lets his fear take over. He assumes the worst. His greatest enemy is himself.

Sounds like me.

I have always been a bit shy and fearful. It holds me back. I’ve got lists of things I never did because of fear… shyness… anxiety. I still face this roadblock, never quite able to break through fully. Oh, I’ve had amazing moments of courage. And when I think about them, I’m proud of myself. Maybe more proud than I should be, but for me, overcoming fear and anxiety is huge.

I want more of those little victories. Oh hell, I want some giant victories!

But for now, I remain fearful and anxious. And like the book’s main character, embarrassed by it in the end.

Should you want to read this wonderful book (and you definitely should)…

Get yours here.

Enjoy!