Passion. Inspiration. In love and in life they are the fuel for the fire in our bellies, the source of divine energy that drives us to follow our hearts into unknown territory.
Some people dream of painting a masterpiece. Others want to write the next great American novel. Those desires begin with the best of intentions. We map out a course, work tirelessly to get to the finish line. But sometimes, just before we arrive at our destination… we stall.
Before we know it, excuses get in the way of action as we blame delays on extraneous circumstances beyond our control. If we are not careful, our deception can turn inward making us question our abilities and sometimes, our sanity. If we aren’t careful, fear of the unknown can seep in and paralyze us.
What happened to the energy and passion that prodded us to escape our comfort zone? Is it the devil on our shoulder, the whisper of doubt in our ear asking: “What were you thinking?” Or, worse. “What will everyone else think?” If we are lucky, the voice of reason will chime in and yank us back with something like, “Since when do we care?”
When fear tries to take us from what we love in life, it is time to take a moment and go back to the beginning. Retrace the steps that led you to your inspiration. For me that meant clearing away the distractions, closing my laptop and putting pen to paper the way I used to do and let the ideas flow. Creativity needs room to grow.
When fear of the unknown whispers in our ear and saps our energy ask this question: Which is more frightening, letting all the hard work fade away, forever regretting the path not taken, or pushing past the barriers to see what is around that dark corner? Like a monster under the bed, the possibilities are only as scary as you make them.