A Fear Hierarchy by Jan Pettit.
I'm thick with rationalizations lately - about being an ally, being able to handle the dark, and now, about needing to live inside certain fears for some (undeterminable) amount of time ... can I handle the work I'm drawn to? Will it exceed me, burst my capacity, overwhelm the core skills I've been building ever-so-painstakingly?
This morning, laying in bed reluctant to arise, I mused about the role of pain in entrenched social dynamics. Of course the preferred mode is the comic, to best the miseries by mocking. I wonder, though, if sometimes a less dismissive form of acknowledgment could be the leverage that shifts a pattern from one recurring reiteration to another... but when remains the crucial question, and in that when, how - without getting all tragic?
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