For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
2 Tim. 1:7
A muscle in my butt has been twitching for about 15 hours now. It’s really driving me crazy. My coworkers claim it’s stress — ??! — but I just think it’s annoying.
However, stress has been in abundant supply for me of late. Work stress always mounts at this time of year; Sponsors want their reports done before the end of the year. Lots of them file stuff with the government on January 1, which means they need everything from us right about now. On top of that, I have struggled with this almost overwhelming fear of riding my bike that gripped me when we got a few inches of gross snow/ice on Monday. When I went to ride after it snowed, I felt this horrible dread for hours beforehand. Throughout the actual commute itself I never broke the 15-mph limit, fearing to encounter ice at any relatively high speeds. The whole workday I quaked inside at riding home on snowy, icy roads in the dark with only my meager headlight to illuminate unlit roads.
Needless to say, I made it just fine. I rode because vivir en miedo es como vivir en medias.*
*I hope the Spanish came out OK; it’s supposed to say a life lived in fear is a life half lived.