Tuesday’s are my favorite. I start the day off with a work out and two cups of coffee, and then get to spend the rest of the day at my desk. I write, stare at the cute chuys surrounding my feet… and sitting in my lap… and write and write.
Today there’s more frustration though, and some doubting. I indulged myself in 5 minutes of head-in-my-hands lamenting and then looked up. The first thing I saw was the amazing Brené Brown’s book, Daring Greatly. It was staring at me. Daring me.
(Because my mom reads this blog).
Why, at that very moment was I so afraid to be great? Or to dare myself to try for great things? Oh, yeah… the fear of falling on my face or staying exactly where I am. Well first of all, as I told my friend Lindsay last night: I’m not afraid to fall on my face during crow pose, so why would this be any different? And second, I have a solid gold life right now. Staying here for a little while wouldn’t be terrible. After all, it’s going to take a little more action to get to platinum.
This is where I get to make my choice. I say “yes” to daring, and “no” to fearing growth. “Yes” to being a little uncomfortable, and “no” to the easy route.
Who’s with me, darnit?