That was the “fear beneath the fear” that hit me when I moved to Far South Lancaster.
For those of you who know me well, and know my “story” well enough, the fears of getting stuck, whether in a place that I don’t want to relate to as a place (or don’t relate to it well), or with a point in my job or career path, or with people in or not in my life, or what I’m doing or not doing about that, and fears about all that …
It should be no surprise that this fear of “getting trapped” relates to much more concrete fears of getting trapped … literally. Which often happened.
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