Recently my fears were running rampant. I tried fending them off but this only seemed to make them more feral. So, I decided I would just invite them in, and allow them to be heard.
And I listened.
I fear that:
- maybe the reason why I have no idea what I’m doing is because I actually have no idea what I’m doing.
- I’ll run out of money.
- I won’t find any way of making money.
- I won’t find any answers.
- This was all a terrible idea.
- I’m not capable of making my dreams a reality.
- My dreams are unrealistic.
- I’m all talk and no convinction.
- I’m not smart nor creative enough.
- I’m lacking in discipline, talent and ability.
- I’ll just embarrass myself.
- When I go back home to Australia, I’ll fall back into letting my fears make my decisions and become even unhappier than when I left in the first place.
- Even while I’m here, I’ll succumb to all these fears, achieve nothing, give up and go home.
As I allowed each of my fears to speak, they no longer intimidated me. Instead, I felt empathy because I understood them. They are all pretty legitimate, considering I’ve left security behind to solely follow this gut feeling of mine. It’s risky, some might even say incredibly stupid and reckless.
But, I reassured my fears once again to trust the process. I reminded them that on our side, we also have self awareness, hope, faith and courage.
To my fears, I have made a promise. I will always make time to listen, even if they scare the shit out of me.