Fear

My 9 year old is afraid of the basement. Even when all the lights are on. Even when it's daytime. At first, it was really annoying and I thought she was just trying to get out of feeding the cat, but it seems to be legitimate. And I started thinking about my own fears and decided that a list perhaps might offer me some insight.

I fear becoming my parents (I think this fear is pretty exclusively mine...no one else feels this way)
I fear anything having to do with bone marrow
I fear the feelings of deprivation
I occasionally fear sleeping alone in my house
I occasionally fear heights, if I feel they are unstable (learned that Friday at the City Museum)
I fear that my daughter will end up like her father (And I accept that she probably won't want to end up like me when she's older!)
I fear dying before my daughter is an adult and leaving her alone
Sometimes I fear dying period
I fear putting on 40 pounds again
I fear that my sponsor will fire me if I don't get my program together
I fear being in a bad relationship again

Right now, that's what is coming to mind.

I'm struggling with Step 3 at the moment. Food is not great. I'm struggling with a lot of things, even though I know that not accepting and not turning it over to the Universe will lead to the ultimate demise of everything I've worked for.

I know my child wants good grades. It is important to her. So I've stopped yelling at her and nagging her to do her homework. I just tell her that I love her no matter what, its ultimately her choice and she knows the consequences of not doing her homework (or inaction).

I'm getting that message from the Universe right now. There is love and acceptance around me in amounts too great to measure, regardless of my actions, but I know the consequences of inaction. If I want what I say I want, the action will need to begin.