Oh, hey! Haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been?
I purposely did not post for the month of March because I was out and about, running communication stuff for a large conference, and trying to do any extra writing would have likely resulted in spontaneous human combustion.
Then, when I returned, I fully intended to start again. But I got scared.
Two fear factors:
- Once I stop something hard for a while, it gets incredibly difficult to start again. What if it’s too hard? What if I’m not good at it? What if it hurts? That’s true of most things – working out, playing music, being honest. The gap between my last victory and today grows too large for my memory to throw me across.
- I’ve experienced some weighty relational tensions in the last two months, and I feel too vulnerable to bear my soul to the public. What if people who are upset with me read it and think it’s about them? What if it is about them? As an introvert and a people pleaser, my worst-case-scenario involves me being honest, someone misunderstanding my honesty, and said person becoming upset because of the misunderstanding. (This falls right after the scenario in which I am late for an important social event and get kidnapped by giant spiders.)
So, now what? You know why I’m afraid to write. What do you think I should do?
Yeah, I was afraid you’d say that.
Here I am, starting again.
As a reward for coaching me through my fear, next week I’ll update you on my dating life. (Teaser: there are snails involved.)
If there’s something you are dreading or putting off this week, join me in doing it anyway.