Last night, while lying in bed, I started mulling over what to write for today’s blog post.
I was reviewing my day and my delightful evening, hoping for some little nugget that could be turned into a blog post. I thought about how easily yesterday’s post had written itself and what a departure it had been from my typical writing.
And then something unexpected happened.
Fear crept in.
It started to say things to me like, “You’ll never be able to top today’s blog post.” And, “How on earth are YOU going to sustain that level of writing for 100 days? You can barely keep up with one blog post a week, let alone SEVEN.” (Yep. Fear totally shouts.)
I channeled by best calming Mama Bear voice and told fear that it was okay. That I didn’t have to make any decisions right then and there and that I still had plenty of time to come up with a topic.
That seemed to appease fear enough to let me fall asleep.
When I woke up, Fear began to grow more anxious and vocal. Anytime I would think about what to write, Fear would chime in and try to give me the easy way out. “Take something you’ve already written from Instagram,” Fear would say.
And when that didn’t get the response it wanted, Fear would up the ante. “Oooh, how about sharing a cool song? That’s easy enough and doesn’t require any thought.”
Gee, thanks Fear.
We’re officially three days into this challenge and already you’re trying to protect me.
Thankfully, there’s plenty of room for you here on the trip. You just don’t get a voice, a vote, or a chance to take the wheel and drive.
And so it goes.
And will likely continue to go as I get further along on this journey of 100 days.
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