Heaven help me. I live in fear. And I'm not shy, nor am I closed off when it comes to adventuring or exploring, outdoors or otherwise. But when it comes to making decisions, BIG life decisions, I panic. And then I don't make any decisions at all (because I don't feel capable, or I don't have the skills, or I'm too cowardly to try...)
If I were fearless...
I would start my own business.
I would learn how to sew.
I would sell the things I knit.
I would dress differently.
I would probably just, overall, be a more confident person.
I would speak to more people.
I would buy outdoor adventuring gear.
I would cook.
I would allow myself to have more personal friends.
I wouldn't worry about what my family thought about my boyfriend.
I wouldn't worry about what my family thought about my career choice.
I would probably develop a career choice.
I would write. And not just in journals in a box in my closet.
I would learn how to play an instrument. The ukelele? Or maybe the piano.
But if I were fearless, I assume I would be prideful. I assume the sarcasm I try so hard to suppress would overtake me. I have little-to-no tolerance for negativity.
But I'm so dang wishy-washy. My problem isn't identifying passions, my problem is selecting one and running with it. I'm excited to conquer my fears by first identifying them, which I'm not very good at. And facing them. Just doing the things that hold me back.
I'd like to implement the 30-day challenge. I'll let'cha know what I decide on.
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