It took me almost two years to step out on this limb that I’m on. And all it took was a conversation.
I dont know what it is in me that causes me to so fear the unknown but it was paralyzing and it was deep, y’all. So deep that everything I touched remained unfinished.
A friend asked me if I’m afraid of success. And it’s actually not the success part that I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of being successful but not being able to hold on to that success. Like being in a bubble and then — POP.
I have fallen before. And I never got up, afraid that the road ahead would be a mountain that I’d have to climb.
I felt it was better for me to just go sit down somewhere.
And there I’ve remained. For years.
The reality of it embarrasses me.
I’ve had some pretty good excuses though. I’ve had a couple (several?) babies, moved a couple (several?) times and have had to start over in new states. Which meant getting kids adjusted to new schools, ironing out daily life details, holding down the household.
There was no way I could chase my dreams with all that going on, right? Right??
I fooled myself into thinking that I couldn’t do it because I had too much standing in my way.
My biggest regret is that I wasted so much time.
But the good thing about sitting down for so long is that I’m WELL rested and I’m ready to run.
Watch out now. Here I come.
Have you ever been afraid to really dream and go for it? Do share.