What If Your Life Were As Inspiring as Your Facebook Memes?
Currently hanging on my Facebook wall:
Decide what it is you want.
Write that shit down.
Make a f@cking plan
Work on it
Sounds great. It inspired me long enough to post it. Now what? Now I want to go take a nap. I mean, shit…I put something cool on my wall and already 26 people have liked it. What more do I expect from me?
Only because I have such cool friends do I entertain the notion that anyone thought about the post for more than 30 seconds.
I practice what I preach. I encourage people to do great things, to overcome devastating shit and create kick ass lives. I urge them to share every struggle and express everything they feel. Especially fear. Every fear that remains unexpressed limits us.
So here it is: I want to write a book and it scares the shit out of me.
I write most every day. I blog six or eight hundred words. I write articles for cool sites like choosehelp.com. I know cool people, get paid well to do work I love doing and somehow I whine like a bitch because what I most want to do overwhelms me.
The length of an average book is 64,000 words. I’ve already written far more than that in my writing career (it’s been a short stint, less than 3 years of serious writing).
I marvel at my ability to get in my own way. Nearly everyone who loves me encourages me to move in this direction. I know in my guts that it’s the right thing. Still I fear.
I write the way I do therapy. I write the way I talk. I write the way I live. Open, expressive, taking risks, vulnerable. Wide open vulnerable. My heart isn’t on my sleeve. It’s in your face. I know exactly what Anna Nalick feels when she sings:
“I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to.”
I want my words to be used. I want them to touch the scars that we fear will never heal. I want to be like the Lost Prophets and let my heart scream from the rooftops.
I’m sharing my fear with you because I know it’ll help me be accountable for my dreams and having the courage and tenacity to pursue them. .
You get to do with it what you will. What do you fear? How does it f@ck with you? What does it stop you from saying, doing, becoming?
Share it with someone. Even if they’re a stranger. Get inspired. Work hard.