Or a nice piece of STFU for critics, internal and external
Are you the kind of writer that starts talking about doing one sort of post with friends, gets all excited about it then before you can write it your mind has run through that subject and you’ve totally moved into the next neighborhood? I am, that’s why you should never expect to actually see anything I say I’m going to write because chances are good I’ll write it in my head while doing dishes and consider the matter done with and move on to one of the 87 other ideas that branched out from the original.
I was talking with a friend about how damaging the celebrity culture can be to our own self image; I might still write about that but it got me to thinking about my own self image and what I fear. That’s an ugly word, isn’t it? And I’m half tempted to say oh to heck with it and spoof my more ridiculous fears instead of admitting my real ones. That’s the thing about fears, you have the ones that are easy to admit and then the ones that make you feel queasy to even admit to yourself.
My fear
One of my biggest fears is to try and to fail, not because I mind so much not achieving whatever goal it was but because it means that voice, the one that says “How dare she?” is right.
Now, I’m a fairly together person as people go. I like to think my self esteem is okay and any nuttiness is an asset, not a liability, so this voice must be pretty normal. Mine might be a bit dramatic, yours might say “who do you think you are?” or “are you kidding me, you?” but the heart of it is that whatever it is you’re looking to achieve is a pretty foolish ambition for somebody like you.
Superstar life coach Tim Brownson had a great post on setting goals the other day. In it, he said:
Quite honestly, I don’t want a major goal that doesn’t have some people believing I’ll fail miserably, others thinking “Aw bless ‘im he’s trying his best” and still others thinking I’m mental.
And minus internal insidious voice, this is how I feel, too. Why not go for what I really want? And I’m pumped, Eye of the Tiger and all that, and boom along comes internal voice and for company external voices, too. Because let’s face it, even people who sincerely have your best interests at heart are prone to the same sort of less productive feelings as folks that dislike you very much, so even if you have no enemies (heh, that sounds dramatic) people might very well think you’re crazy to try.
I once said in exasperation that the reason so many people like to see others fall on their asses is because it gives them the perfect excuse never to get off their own. Sometimes people will poke at you for going for it because it’s a lot easier than wondering why on earth they aren’t going for it themselves. Sometimes you’ll be relieved at any roadblock that comes your way, because it gives you a chance to get off this road before you’ve risked too much.
It’s very easy to find an excuse not to keep trying isn’t it? Lack of progress, lack of encouragement, things are too slow, things are too fast. You need a break, you can’t get started again. And there, you’ve found yourself back in the same rut you started out in, only this time it’s been reinforced that it’s foolish to try.
How dare you have tried? Set safe, reasonable goals that align with what it seems like you should value and well, you’ll get somewhere but is it where you want to be?
There was a time when I thought I had to listen to what everyone had to say to be fair or open-minded. Not that I think that I should shut everything out but myself, but more and more I’m realizing there is an awful lot out there that can be safely, and without guilt, dismissed. Borrowing other people’s hang ups is not going to do anything to help me get rid of mine. My negative voice is in no way more realistic than my positive voice and will not be allowed to overpower it.
I think we have a love/hate affair with daring people. From afar, we admire them but it’s uncomfortable to know what to do when faced with one, especially when it’s yourself. That last part probably seems like a contradiction, after all how daring can you be if you’re scared of daring, but sometimes when you dig a little to see you find out that all these years you’ve been hiding a force of nature under all those practical, middle of the road layers. That’s a pretty scary realization to make. Then you get angry that you didn’t make it before. Then you start over-thinking all the whys and wherefores. Stop before the W&Ws and just go directly to channeling scary/angry energy instead. Trust me, you’re just going to wind up back at scary/angry and it makes more sense to just wait and do the W&Ws in the nursing home.
Go ahead and dare. Go ahead and think you’re somebody. Yes you are a person who can do incredible things. And anyone who tells you differently, including your inner critic, can go suck on an egg.





