Confessions of a broken sphere

Recently, while trying to hide from my fears, I realized that I merely dug a hole into my deepest fear and crawled up inside of it. Instead of finding some sort of distance from it, I found my mind consumed in the idea for days (which naturally spilled over into weeks).
My current attempt in hiding actually involves doing more of what I’ve always wanted to do, but just never had the initiative to. It’s an absolute task to leave my house to engage in these events, and I hate the empty feeling I have in my tummy while driving towards my destination. However, after the event (or rather, the experience), I feel whole and filled with joy that no fear can replace.

My most recent event involved seeing Dear Reader live in a very intimate setting. It made me realize that there is some joy that roams this earth. We just need to find it.