There’s fear and then there is FEAR. Small doses of little fear makes the big stuff easier to deal with. I’ve made friends with my fears, (except spiders). Bizarrely, whilst out solo night riding, the more I’m afraid the more I seem to enjoy it.
I used to constantly worry about the mortgage, the kids, the missus leaving, job, blah blah blah but I’ve changed my outlook. Seriously, what is the worst? You end up alone sleeping rough hooked on crack with HIV….ah well, at least you’re not a young conservative.