Donald Neale Walsh nailed it when he said: “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone”.
Writing is my game yet comfort is my name. Time to stop focusing on the safe and tried and true, and get risky with my words.
The problem? I don’t even know what that would look like. What does a risky word have that a safe word doesn’t have? Whiskers? More than 2 eyes? Green ear lobes? A stretchy grin that covers yellow teeth?
But, here I am in my 60’s – gulp – and I would like to break out of my rut. Travel? Maybe. More time with friends? Perhaps. A different exercise program? I am considering it. What I really really want to do is to take risks with my writing. Put my writing out there. Put myself out there. Get out of my way.
I am terrified. I am terrified of being terrified. I am afraid of negative feedback. I’m afraid of criticism.
Since my return from Kenya 6 weeks ago I have been in transition. The question is to what and from what. But it has to do with breaking out of a comfort zone. Taking risks. Standing tall. Staring down the multi-eyed, green-lobed, whiskered, yellow teethed creature that looks like risk.
Self-doubt, self-criticism and fear have conspired to keep me small and mousy. I tell myself that I want bling in my world, but then I get afraid of that, too. What the heck? Am I destined to be the person I said I would never become? How do I give myself the kick I need to get myself moving in the direction that I want to go? How do I grapple with the mold that I have created?
That’s it….I want to break my own mold. Smash my mask. Re-program my thoughts. Give myself room to grow. Maybe sprout wings where my arms are now.
Fear of reprisal. Fear of failure. Fear of success. Fear of rejection.
“Feel the fear and do it anyway.” Barbara Jeffers nailed it, too.
Life begins….when you let go of the fear.