~ St. Paul, Romans 7:19
In this case, the good I want to do and do not do is write. The evil thing I do not want to do but do anyway is procrastinate. And yet, if I do not write, I suffer. All those words, lines of poetry, lyrical sentences, article topics ~ they frolic around in my head, kick up a ruckus and clamour to get out and make a good night's rest practically impossible until I do so!
Writing is as natural as breathing to me. Why then do I continue to suffocate myself?
Fear of being imperfect.
Fear of being rejected.
Fear of being misunderstood.
Fear of being ignored.
As I have mentioned before, fear of being imperfect is a lie that blocks the real from taking root and blossoming. How can we hope to become better writers, singers, painters, chefs, architects, etc., unless we write, sing, paint, cook, draw, etc.?
We are such strange creatures. We would rather stay in a wretched spot that is familiar then move to a Paradise we do not know. An almost insane desire to stay in our comfort zone. Don't get me wrong. I understand change is difficult. But that is why we have each other ~ for support, for encouragement, and for the unconditional acceptance. Not just for the changes we are making, but for who we are right now. And therein lies the secret.
First I must accept who I am right now ~ a talented but procrastinating writer. And second, I must let go of fear. It has been a familiar companion, but it is time we parted ways.
Oremus pro invicem,
Are you still holding on to fear? In what ways have you overcome your fears? I love hearing from you!