“Fear For Dinner”

I had a dinner party for my soul last night
And entertained some very unsavory guests.
But if I don’t get to know them how will I ever love myself?
If I feed them and talk with them, then maybe they will heal,
And leave me alone to have dinner with my more charming friends.

Loneliness sat at the head of the table,
Ensuring enough space around herself as to not get caught up in any conversations.
Lack sat to her right and piled her plate with food she did not eat.
Grasping sat to her left telling stories of grandeur to distract us from the truth.
Ego was in the middle, of course, demanding all the attention. On and on about herself as usual, I think perhaps she is even bored of the stories she tells.
Impatience was opposite Ego, checking her phone, tapping her foot and reminding everyone of how busy she is.
Avoidance sat next to Impatience, always changing the subject. Nothing seemed to register.
Abandonment was at the other head, opposite Loneliness, forlorn and malnourished she made all the others feel bad for her.

The conversation was terribly boring until I noticed one thing they all had in common,
Which was Fear.
Fear was the one that connected them all.
Fear was the one that created them, with all their troubles.
Fear was the one that kept them chained to their miseries.

So the next night, I invited Fear to dinner.
A romantic candle light dinner for two.
I stared into her terrifying eyes, I inhaled her dank dead scent.
I held her cold grasping hands.
And I ate her. I digested her (not without a fair bit of heartburn and gas)
And then I pooped her out.

And yes, I feel much better.
Tonight I will dine with Joy, Laughter, Kindness, Connection, Passion and Gratitude.
I cannot wait to be in the company of my real friends.