I’ve been wanting to write for a while, but fear has held me back. And the more I’ve held back, the harder it has become to write.
One of my deepest, darkest fears is that of rejection. I fear not being liked, I fear looking a fool, I fear not getting it right first time whatever it might be. I fear being incompetent. I fear making mistakes. I fear everyone knowing these fears. I fear how one’s perception of me may change for the worse, if I show weakness and naivety. I fear isolation. I fear rejection. I don’t want to be on my own, I don’t want to lose anyone’s love, I don’t want to be frowned upon, I don’t want to disappoint, I don’t want to fail.
And yet, I want to write from my heart. I want to share my stories. I want to love and be loved. I want to inspire and be inspired. I want to grow, I want to learn.
So it seems I must embrace and expect fear, because I cannot share, and inspire, and learn, and grow, without stepping outside of my comfort zone, without exposing myself for judgment, without making mistakes – and those things are scary.