If someone gave out awards for personal growth I think you’d have a big medal pinned on your considerable chest this month.
You’ve had some big lessons, some light bulb moments, and a few gongs going right above your head, and at times been dragged kicking and screaming into your new headspace.
You’ve been dealing with a lot of fear and insecurity this month. It seems the further you go into this writing shenanigan the more rewarding it is, yet the more vulnerable and naked you feel. I think you showed up when you posted your butt. You know not everyone sees it that way, and there will always be people waiting in the sidelines to judge you, but you can’t think about them. They don’t matter.
What does matter, is your truth, and being true to who you are…….and of course, having an eye on the prize.
You started this crazy little thing called blog because you needed an outlet and in a few short months it’s shown promise. You can actually do this, Dan, and you could actually do this in a bigger fashion. The difference between a someone who wants to be a writer and someone who is a writer, is writing. It’s not about studying, or about university degrees, or even your old insecurity about not finishing high school, that shit doesn’t matter.
Everybody fears being judged, you’re not unique in that, so what are you going to do?
Sit on the sidelines and watch life?
Writing epic shit. That’s what makes someone a writer.
Doing epic shit is what makes life feel full. You witnessed some seriously epic shit last weekend at the Iron Man in Port Macquarie. You saw fear, you saw pain, you saw determination and you saw brilliant achievement.
That’s the stuff.
That’s the life you want…..and you only get that by doing the things that challenge and frighten you.
Your ebooks are ready to go, and your big launch is happening this week. The process of creation and collaboration needed to pull off that feat in 10 weeks has expanded your mind to infinite possibilities. Possibilities of creating a new direction for yourself that does not involve going back to work in an environment that renders you unavailable for your children.
Don’t be frightened of judgement, because you’re paving this way to create that space.
Anyway, it’s time to take off your granny pants and put your big girl panties on, dude.
Go be epic about your mundane life.
Love as ever,