For too long I have let fear rule my life. Not in an obvious or debilitating way really, but more in a quiet, insidious way. I was afraid to disappoint my parents so I made choices that would please them rather than myself. I was afraid I would fail at music so I never really tried beyond the first setback. I was afraid to introduce myself to an amazing person because I was shy and I missed out on what could have been an awesome opportunity. So often fear has held me back and prevented me from potentially wonderful experiences and quite frankly I’m tired of it. So far I don’t think that being afraid contributed to a single positive situation in my life. This all ties back to the getting comfortable with being uncomfortable thing. Doing things that make me uncomfortable and quite frankly scare me have become my flavor of the year. This year I tackled music. I know full well that there will be naysayers, and critics. People who disapprove of what I have written or how I am living my life. I choose not to let them impact me. I choose to follow my heart instead and be confident in my decision to pursue my dreams. I’m not doing this to please them, I’m doing this to please myself.
I also took up skiing. There is something terrifying about hurtling my unprotected body down the side of a mountain but I choose to not let my terror win. I will dominate this fear. I will overcome it. Swimming with large bitey things in the ocean? Done. Traveling to an unfamiliar country with my children in tow? Check. Pushing myself to the point of absolute muscle failure in a workout? Conquered. I am constantly testing my limits and continuously finding they are much farther out there than I imagined. Fear can limit us all in quiet binding way. Sometimes we don’t even realize we are caught by it. A fearless life is way more exciting and far more fulfilling.