I know what I want to do.
Even better, I know what I’m going to do. Even better than that is knowing I’m going to do it. And to top it off, now that I’ve declared my intention, I’m excited about doing it.
My heart is ready and I’m prepared (so says my Whattayas)…but dang, am I scared. I’ve got 2,546 things in my favor, yet a single fear has me a deer in the headlights, heart and preparation be damned.
Actually, I’m scared of two things…
Fear 1
I will build it and they won’t come. My business will be a vast bucket of suckage unlike anything the Web has ever seen. I will be ridiculed by all and laughed off the Internet. I will have no friends, my family will disown me, my husband will leave me, and I’ll wind up living in a box under a bridge. I will die there, broke and alone, killed for the scrawny-pigeon-on-a-stick I was cooking over my meager, sputtering flame.
Summary: FAIL (epic)
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Fear 2
I will build it and everyone will come. My business will be a raving success unlike anything the Web has ever seen. I will be loved and admired by many…but hated and despised by just as many. I will be incinerated by the merciless public eye and eviscerated by the fangs of public criticism. Only my husband and the IRS can know how much I’ve earned lest hoards of not-really-friends and not-really-family, greedy for my wealth, nibble me to death like a pack of rabid ducks.
Summary: SUCCESS (kinda)
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HA!
Absurd, right? And it feels so very, very good to write them out and see them for the ridiculousnesses that they are.
Wow. How great to laugh at them. Michael Hill (@GeePawHill) is right—
Laughing Helps
It’s a cliché because it’s true.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but whatever happens, it won’t be Fear 1 or Fear 2…it’ll be Fear 1.3 or Fear 1.67 or something else assuredly non-epic in between them. And when what happens next actually happens, I’ll…
Well, I’ll just figure it out when I get there.
Which is all to say: Whatever you’re scared of, write them down, k? And if they’re not funny, make them funny. If you can’t make them funny, tear them up and throw them out.
They’re only paper.
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p.s. Enough reflection and introspection. Next week, we get down (up?) to business.
Photo credit: Laughing monks by araswami
