Courage

I have a lot of courage. I know that this is true because I did a personality test last week. I was at a leadership course and I and two colleagues had answered a ton of questions about the ego-ME. I rated myself high on courage but my colleages rated me even higher. This is of course a very adequate and CORRECT analysis of me.

I am very proud of this.

But this doesn't mean I'm super brave at all times. I was thinking the other day -- what am I really scared of? I can be a bit silly about being along at home when it's dark. Very silly. But real profound fears? I think it's the unknown. 

The endless rows of astrologers, magic ladies, looking glasses, psychics and crystal balls must be a clear sign to this -- people want to know the future, what other people think, if decisions are right or not and what path to choose. Those who master not worrying about these things are, in my beliefs, the happiest ones. Those who can just float around in life and not think and just take life as it comes while singing "Que Sera Sera" and jump around in hillsides with blue skies.

That will not be me I must admit. But would like to be better at it.