Remove that I wrote about being scared shitless about attending The Joyride?

Well.. The day is nearing its end and it hasn’t been scary at all. It’s been interesting, fascinating, I’ve explored feelings of shame, I’ve danced, I’ve shared, I’ve hugged and I’ve felt love. And this is what I was scared about? Once more I realise the futility of feeling scared for what might happen, for what I believe others will think, and/or for how it will feel.

I basically never get it right, so why do I keep on believing that fear? Being scared for nothing. Surely I can use my energy in better ways than that?