Letter of advice (unfinished)

A letter to myself,
only open when you feel lost:
Colette,
I am writing to offer you some insights.
here's a secret:
life is going to happen-
so you might as well let it.
don't anticipate or plan-
you were never good at that anyway,
be as adventerous as you like to think you are-
a layer of fear sits at the top of your skin,
parasitic,
it stops your natural instints,
the ones you love to believe in
your hands reach out for the world.
trying to understnad how we're made out of organic matter and souls-
have you ever held one?
cradled it?
Colette,
don't be so scared of failing.
that winith itself is stopping you,
right now I am critiquing my spelling and diction-
the list of fears is long winded and childish,
for instance
1) betrayal
2) lack of control on your mind and going blind,