Spirit seems to scold me for setting goals that are

So limited that they do not, to Him, qualify

To even be called such.

Where is intention and striving toward?

Perhaps I’m afraid of failure.

What’s wrong with failure?

I’m also afraid of success.

Yes. But, why?

Where to go from there?

It would, or could, He tells me, become as

Just one more of the many everyday successes

In my life.

Such as?

Preparing dinner.