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Making things harder, just to avoid the fear

I went snowboarding today: first time in over a year, only one of about 5 days doing this in my entire life.  It didn’t get off to a good start.

Picture the scene: me, sitting forlornly in a pile of soft snow that wouldn’t allow me to easily stand up again.  I had fallen repeatedly on the way to this point, hitting my head more than once and getting into a panic that I couldn’t keep up.  My legs shook with tiredness as my fella disappeared over the horizon and two cross-country skiers trudged up the mountain without paying me a glance.  At this point, I whimpered, looking at them with pleading eyes.  Rescue me, said those eyes.  Help me stand up.  I feel so alone!

Oblivious, they carried on and left me behind with my fear.

By the time I had picked myself up and wobbled back onto the piste, I was hugging my snowboard close to me and ready to curl up into a ball and sob. I looked longingly up at the lift that would take me effortlessly back to the car park, then glanced down to my fella who was waiting on a corner for me to catch up.  I knew I wasn’t going to take the easy way.  I headed down to meet him with my board in my arms.

I somehow regained my sense of humour on the rest of the run, remembering the sheer joy of the moments where you find a rhythm, where your body knows what to do and the fear steps out of the way.  I slid and tumbled back to the car for a rest and a cup of hot soup.

I wanted it to finish there but my fella had other ideas.   The times you don’t want to go, he said, are the times when you must. 

He was right.  (He usually is, damn him!)

I think I always thought that when you find something you want to do, it will simply be easy.  I thought you just had to step up to the things that give you joy and you’d just know what to do.  I’ve tried snowboarding just a few times, but I know one thing:

The times when I’m not afraid are the times when it is most likely to workBut at first there is a lot of fear.

In the good moments, I find the flow and settle into a rhythm and simply love every inch of a run.  I’ll take greater risks, my body relaxed, my whole being ready to respond to the terrain.  But it takes a few knocks and I’ll fall back into the fear, my body stiffens and I fall into a new rhythm – of falling, complaining, getting tired and wanting to turn around and be carried away.  Each time I take a tumble it seems to increase the inevitability of it happening again.

I fall into patterns of ‘safe’ behaviour – like sliding sideways rather than down – that feel less of a risk but actually increase the chances of a fall.   The safest route, however, is to actually point myself straight down the hill!! 

It is highly unlikely that a new activity, no matter how exciting or fun it feels, is going to be easy at first.  That, it seems, is lesson one.

Lesson two – when it gets hard we are likely to beat ourselves up about it, decide we’re no good after all, wait to be rescued, or simply fight our way to the end and hope no one ever makes us do that again, no matter how much we want to.  The risks are just too great.

Lesson three – we find safe patterns of behaviour that give the impression that we are making progress but repeatedly prove to us that we’re no good.

Lesson four – the easiest way is almost ALWAYS the one that seems the most terrifying.

 

Ah.

 

There are always beautiful moments of no-fear, but these are often few and far between.  The success comes from managing to relax with the fear – or despite it – and carrying on.  Fighting the process is what makes it so hard.

Am I still talking about snowboarding here?  Not so much.

Am I going back next week?  You bet I am!

A meeting with Fear – what happens when you change your thoughts

I’ve been learning to think new thoughts.

I believe that what you think is reflected in the world around you, but I don’t reckon it matters if that’s true or not.  I reckon what you think controls the way you see the world around you and affects what you do or do not allow yourself to achieve – which basically adds up to the same thing.

So I started to look at what’s going on in my life and started to question what I am thinking for me to see the world as I do.  Then I chose to think new some new thoughts:

  •  I am enough (already – right now!)
  • My ideas count
  • My happiness is important
  • I can have it all

And sometimes these thoughts seem to set me free.  Continue reading

Don’t fight the sadness – what to do when worry has gone

There’s a strange, gentle sadness left in the space when the worry has gone. 

The sadness is like a space, the calm after the storm, the peace after a really good cry.  It’s like you’ve been carrying something and suddenly you let it go and you’re left with the memory of its weight and your arms are still formed into its shape.  Despite the relief, you still hold that space and, for a short while, while you adjust, it is missed.

This is a time of possibility, the chance to choose a new shape, rediscover the freedom of your arms, adjust your body, find a new balance.  It’s a wobbly moment: something doesn’t feel right, something that almost seemed normal is no longer there.  Even after you have let go of the thing, you need a moment to let go of its memory.

No matter, time is what you have. Continue reading

Know your enemy – surviving the fear inside

Oh well, it’s happened!  I need to share this:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? Your playing small does not serve the world.” ~Marianne Williamson

Just about every Coach I can think of has quoted Marianne Williamson at least once in one form or another. And when they do, something in me wilts and says ‘oh no, not again’.  But yesterday, I think I met that ‘deepest fear’ head on and truly, truly understood.

It all happened when my friend challenged me to actually do the thing I keep talking about, the thing that is the perfect outlet for all my skills and my deep desire to make a difference.  And she didn’t just mean online behind the safety of my laptop; she meant for real. In front of real people and everything.

My reaction surprised even me: I have been very carefully doing extra research, making new connections and writing and re-writing my sales page til the cows come home – all ready, of course, for when I do the thing and the crowds all push and shove to be first in line.  But suddenly, when faced with making it real, I was reduced almost instantly to a blubbering, quivering mess. Continue reading

Your competition is a gift

The amazing thing about aligning your business vision with your world vision and your personal vision is that everything suddenly seems to fall into place. Worlds shift to hand you exactly the insight, support and help you need just when you need it. It’s like you’ve stepped up onto the dusty old pedestal that has been waiting for you all your life, stood up straight and said “Ok here I am at last – give me all you’ve got.”

The next thing that happens is that you realise you’re not alone.

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Is creative cooperation possible in a competitive world?

I have a new project. It’s growing in my head and on paper and I’m dying to share it…

with everyone…

Now!

And I know that the very act of sharing what is in my head will have a number of effects.   I passionately desire:

  • Sharing
  • Openness
  • Communication
  • The growing of the new community-centred economy through sharing and mutual support; a great sense of thriving via the sharing of great ideas.

But I am afraid

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Commit, and see where it takes you (or self acceptance part 2)

Just over a week ago, I confidently began a series of posts on Self-acceptance.  Or so I thought.  In future, I shall refrain from writing ‘part 1’ in the title of any blog post – it’s the kiss of death.

 Well, not exactly, but my inner commitment-phobic instantly came to the fore and demanded that my attention be drawn in any direction other than part 2.  I dallied, faffed, distracted and diverted. I found whole new things to write about, or didn’t write at all, rushing to ‘important’ tasks about the house. 

 The worst effect of this avoidance was a growing sense of defeat, stuckness, and disappointment in myself. 

 So why not just do it?

 Well, this evening I read a short and poignant post from Danielle LaPorte that talks about a simple phrase – Thank you, I won’t let you down.  Danielle says, “when someone believes in you, you are honor bound to go for it”

 The post is intended to be inspiring, encouraging, inviting.  Instead, something inside me put on the brakes.

 Then I knew:

 Despite leaps and bounds of personal progress this summer, there’s still that bit inside me that is very, very afraid of not being able to live up to my promises. Continue reading

Conversations with Small Me – about the need to please

Part of the problem Small Me has is that she doesn’t believe she’s worth paying any attention to.  So, in response to that I’ve decided to give her a voice.  I did try to get her to do the talking but she really doesn’t like to be the centre of attention so I’ve been asked to translate.

Let me explain this first: Small Me is very, very scared.  She’s scared of being alone, but afraid of making friends because they may reject her or expect her to let some of her defences down.  She’s horribly frightened of being left behind so scuttles along to keep up with others, but if where they go is a bit too scary, she’d rather retreat back to her hidey hole where she can tell herself she’s not good enough or that she didn’t need to go there anyway. 

Small Me has Big Dreams of success, of setting an example, of making a difference in this world, but she sabotages any hope of doing this by trying to please everyone along the way.

Small Me learnt from a very early age that it is good to please others. 

 Small Me feels:

  •  Praise is nice.  She can’t help but look desperately around her for praise and thanks for every small task she performs.  Not receiving praise is tantamount to criticism.
  • Criticism is bad.  This is a clue that she’s not got it right and a cue to dash back to safety to re-think her ideas.
  • Disagreements are the END OF THE WORLD.

This philosophy keeps Small Me nice and safe most of the time, but kills her big dreams because she makes a small step then looks around for approval.  When approved, she may make another tentative step forward but the first step is still open to comment so the whole rug may be pulled from under her feet at any time.

You see, Small Me doesn’t believe in herself, so she needs others to do the believing for her.  She looks to others for validation and reassurance that she’s worth loving and has something to offer.  

 If she really wants to do something, Small Me might fight.

Small Me sometimes REALLY wants to do something for herself but because of her need for validation she’ll fight to get someone to agree.  It’s a strange fight, full of contradictions.  It’s a paradox: someone who doesn’t believe in her right to make her own decisions battles for permission to do so

She prepares to fight because she has to prove she has strength.  She does so because to always attempt to please makes her even smaller, more invisible.  She has to fight because she has to force agreement if someone doesn’t agree.  Because, you see, if no one agrees, then what she has to say is worthless. 

The closer the disagreeing party is to her – the more they matter – the more disastrous the consequences of a disagreement.  Because she’s let her defences down with that person.  Because she can’t say that person doesn’t matter anyway, because they do.

So, the fight begins. 

Small Me has set up a ‘me or you’ scenario, where the stakes are high.  The other wins, she loses. 

Losing = rejection.  Lifeline severed.  Going away forlorn, empty, despairing, hopeless, a failure = me alone, a big snivelling mess of self pity and snot.

But the fights can never be won anyway because even if Small Me does force agreement this way she’ll always know the agreement isn’t real.  She then does what she wants in with an overbearing sense of guilt and fear of reprisal.  It’s a hollow victory which cannot last.

Small Me’s biggest fear is being left behind by Real Me

This is what it all boils down to:  what Small Me wants more than anything in the world is to be Real Me.  She wants to live up to her potential, realise her Big Dreams and make a real difference in the world.  She follows Real Me around, wanting to join in and feel as great and powerful and confident as Real Me does all the time. 

But as Real Me steps into the big scary unknown, Small Me will do all she can to draw attention to herself.  She’s so afraid I’ll step over the fence and leave her behind.  She wants to keep me with her because she’s very, very afraid.  

When I’m on the edge of a great, terrifying leap forward in my life, that’s when Small Me steps in and asks me not to go, not to leave her behind.  She fights, reasons, tries desperately to sabotage my efforts by reaffirming my doubts and deepest fears.

First thing to know: Small Me cannot be destroyed.  To reject her is to reject part of myself.  To reject her, in fact, is to strengthen her position, her belief that she’s not good enough.  She’ll bang even louder on the door trying to pull me back to where she believes it’s safer.  Because she really, really doesn’t want to be alone.

 The answer, I think, is to explain that she can come too.  To give her a voice as I have done today.  To show her the riches I’ve discovered and tell her they’re all hers, that I want her to enjoy them as much as I do.  Then she’ll grow. 

 Update:

 In my abundance log this morning I’ve added a Disagreement-Proof Small Me Transporter, with convenient carry handle (inspired by Tori Deaux here) for bringing her along on my journey.  The transporter has an added glass extension so she can explore her new habitat from a place of safety, with an escape hatch for when she’s feeling brave enough to step outside. 

 When I have a scanner or get my hands on a camera,  I may share it if you ask nicely.