Thinking about whether or not I’m fearless I’ve come to a conclusion. Sometimes I am and sometimes not.

The most fearless thing I’ve done was travel to Italy alone. That was my first time ever going to Europe. The first time my passport was stamped and that was my second one.


Flying Over Italy to Rome Airport

I was with a group the first week but after that I traveled alone. The grace and peace of God  filled me so full there was no room for fear to enter.

I’d have to say again, sometimes I am and sometimes not FEARLESS.

Naked with Black Socks

Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?

Many moons ago when I was a child we were required to give book reports. I would read my book and write my report all the while fear and terror crept in and gripped me.

When my turn came to give my report I’d walk up to the front like I had it all together. As I turned around to face the class a series of bodily malfunctions began. I would go blind and couldn’t see anyone. My hearing became non-existent. The brain in my head left the room. What I wrote on my note cards were on the cards-no longer in my brain. My body shook like a leaf on a tree knocked around by a fierce wind. It was not good.

The first time I was able to speak in front of people was in a class in college. I didn’t know how it was going to turn out and much to my surprise I did a great job. You can say a miracle happened.

I’m still not particular about public speaking but I believe I can pull it off.

I never saw myself naked in black socks. I saw myself comatose with nothing in me working. I don’t know why I was encumbered by those tragic times but I’m glad I outgrew them.

“Clean Slate”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clean Slate.”

Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?

I stepped into a room that appears to be a bedroom. How do I know? There are twin beds in the  room. They are dressed and waiting to give the next visitors and peaceful rest.

Next to the farthest bed is a writing desk. A little unkept but not overly cluttered. There is still space to search the web on the laptop or write a best-selling novel. Maybe create a great blog.


The antique dresser is covered with photographic equipment instead of being dressed in period pieces to bring out its beauty. The dresser is probably being used to hold the camera and accessories because there’s no space to put it elsewhere.


A bookcase nearby has a few books on its shelf, but there is space for more to take up residence with the few.

The walls are a neutral color, rather blah. No pictures hanging to introduce color, or even life to the area. There is a bit of color in the room–a red chair and several colors in the bed coverings. 

The room is calling out ‘don’t judge me yet, I’m far from complete’. Come back again soon and you will see a transformation that you thought couldn’t be. I promise you.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Proud.”

My first thought about the writing prompt was no one has told me that in a long time. My second thought was yes that has happened several times in less than six months.

I have been told by several of my friends that they were proud of me for going to Europe alone to a country I’ve never been before not knowing anyone. On top of that I’m directionally challenged.

When my friends told me they were proud of me that made me feel good.

I haven’t told my children I am proud of them in a while, so I’m going to contact them and give them a little bit of encouragement.