A needle puncturing your skin. Failure. Rejection. A child choking on a chicken-bone. Inadequacy. Biking in NYC.

I worked at CBS the year a commuter plane crashed in Buffalo, NY. For an entire day I watched the graphics department fine-tune a simulation of the last moments before the plane went down. I carried those images with me for several years, developing a new fear of something I'd been fine with for quite sometime. All of a sudden I'm crying before I get on a plane?

Fear rarely feels logical to me.

How do you deal with fear, especially if you fear facing fear?