More Lovely Fear

I wake up in fear...again. What will become of me? Oh! I know, I know! The ego mind and body will die! And yeah, living on the dirtball is a small percentage of what we are, but shoot it's the only reality that I'm really familiar and comfortable with. I'm not any worse physically that I can tell (other than rapid tumor growth) but the fear in this moment feels debilitating. I see it, I'm aware of it, I know it's just attachment to being embodied.