There is life on the other side. And it is so good. Only YOU can decide if you want to make this change. You do not need to be held captive any longer.
You, my dear, are on your way to becoming captivated.
Do you remember that dream you had that one time? You know the one. Its stuffed deep down inside you, not only forgotten but basically disappearing under the years of neglect and fear being piled on top of it. Yeah, that one. Lets dig it out, begin to dust off the fear and start unpacking the lies. You were designed to be great. Yes, you!
If you were given a passion, there is a part of you that knows you can accomplish it. The dream you have can and will be reality. Lets work on it together.
What Can you do today?
- Email me that dream. For real. What is it? Write it out and send it over.
- Start to tell everyone around you about this dream
- Find others who have done or are doing something similar and begin hanging out with them. This sounds daunting, but you will be SO surprised how many people in ANY industry are willing to sit down for a cup of coffee and give you all the mistakes they made and pour advice into you for how you can succeed without those same mistakes under your belt or out of your wallet.
- Name the lies. Name them all. Write them out. Here is an abbreviated list to get you started:
- You don’t have the knowledge or credentials to do something in that industry
- Money doesn’t just show up to fund your dream. Its financially impossible.
- No one wants to hear what you have to say.
- Its too hard. The work you put forth is effort wasted. Its better to play it safe.
I’m sitting in this hotel room trying to figure out which way this whole thing is going to turn out. I am a planner. I want to know what the “next step” is. Where am I going? Should I even be considering this. What happens if I lay it all out and people just nod and walk away uncomfortable. Or worse, try to put a heavy awkward empathetic hand on my shoulder as they tilt their head slightly, purse their lips, take a deep breath and just sigh through their nose. UGH. that Sigh. It’s the obvious sign to me that I have accidentally overshared again. Wait, it wasn’t REALLY an accident. You were standing near by, something happened that reminded me of that one time, so you are welcome for the story. The story that shapes me. The story that sends others realing into disbelief that THAT could happen. HERE? To YOU?
Shame is a funny thing. The hot humiliation that floods over me after I realize my story has made this other human uncomfortable. Why are you uncomfortable? Is it because you too have experienced something similar? Is it because you think your story doesn’t affect you so you find no reason to ‘bring it up.’ “he doesn’t hold power of me!” “It doesn’t even bother me anymore” The breakthroughs that I have accomplished over the past 15 years are incredible. But when I see someone who looks like him, my body is overwhelmed with a fear that is irrational. You know that feeling when you see a cop while driving on the road? You aren’t even doing anything wrong! Yet you flood with fear of being caught. Exposed.
Fear is a liar.
I am here to bring shame to the real lie. Expose all that is holding us back from true healing. You can be free. What are some lies that you are told or believe about your story?
