Quitting is easy. It was easy to allow that friend to just walk away, end our friendship, and never speak to them again. Cutting people out of my life is easy. It’s less work. It requires no commitment, no growth, no self-reflection, no accountability, no ownership or responsibility of my own actions. For a moment, I wanted easy. I wanted to not feel fear or the pain associated with that fear. I was okay with letting the anxiety win…

Full transparency, I’ve been dealing with anxiety for about three years now. Maybe even longer actually. For me, it’s presented itself with this urgency to get things done…or feeling so overwhelmed with how much I have to do, that I do nothing. Add law school to the mix and I’ve had this constant feeling of rushing through life to get to the other side of all the madness (It’s included some irrational fears as well, but I’ll save that for another read).

Okay so first, I know including "Godzilla" in the title may have thrown you off...but let me explain...after I discuss the significance of attending panels at comic cons.

Niece goes…Zip..no issues.  I start letting kids go past me.. They are literally floating across this zip line yall!  I could not move… Then this little kid comes…and I do mean little (well as small as allowed on the course)...Bruh….No fear….. I’m like, “If they can do it, I can do it” I walk up to the attendant so he can prep me… I look back, see other kids in line…I move right on out the way and let them go… At this point, Niece has come back around…"Did you go A