Today’s poem is about fear. Right now, my fear of failure is making an appearance. I did pretty crappy on my Math 420 exam. And everyone did crappy, we had a failing average, but it’s getting to me. I’m stressed out.
The class is suddenly blowing by, and I didn’t process anything the prof said today about Fubini-Tonelli, and what if on the next exam, I look at the paper and just panic like I did on my last exam? What if I fail? What if I just can’t do it?
But after meditating today, I realized something. I realized that if I fail, all of the wonderful, beautiful people in my life will still be there for me. I pictured them-all of the quirks that make them who they are-and I heard them say, “we’re still here.”