My January work continues as I lay out my hopes and dreams for 2020 and the decade ahead. I'm not sure I'm brave enough yet to share specifics, but man, your gal has some big dreams. HUGE. Items I want to accomplish in both my personal and professional life.
The books I want to write. The books I hope you'll want to read.
HUGE. I'm telling you.
It's hard not to look at those dreams written out and not feel immediate and visceral resistance. The little voice inside my head, the one that's trying only to protect me, jumping in with heavy boots and stomping out each tiny spark with a chorus of: are you kidding? You can't do that. You're too old. You're too fat. You're too blind. You'll just mess it up. You'll embarrass yourself. Worse, you'll FAIL.
Man, that voice goes on and on.
But despite the cliches involved, this old dog can learn some new tricks. I'm learning to smile at that little voice. Remember it's there to keep me safe. And, the hardest, learning to say thank you, but I've got this. Then I huddle over that little spark and blow with all I'm worth to kindle the fire back into something bigger.
Do you have one of those voices? What does it tell you? How are you learning to deal with it?
Whether you set goals or not for your new year, I wish you much success.
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