Friday the 13th was my mother’s lucky day.
I can’t remember ever having a bad Friday the 13th, well, except maybe the day I went to see “Friday the 13th,” but, the superstitions part of me still wants to have it’s say. When Friday the 13th comes around, I hear myself thinking, “Uh-oh, watch out!” But, this year, I do not intend to listen.
Several years ago I started naming my years. Even-numbered years had always been my favorite until I noticed that the odd-numbered years had been more productive for me. So, instead of entertaining doubts at the beginning of 2018, I named 2018, “My Best Year Ever.”
And…it has been.
I’m carrying over that lesson:
Maybe it was from my steady childhood diet of horror movies, but somehow I became one of the biggest chickens of all time.
- My heart races at the drop of a hat.
- My stomach turns at the slightest thought of trouble.
- Fear and resistance are my first responses to the smallest challenge.
To counteract these default settings, I have learned to review a mental “tape” of my bold-people heroes when in high-stake environments.
If I don’t, you will find me running for cover or whimpering in the corner.
What a difference it has made for me when…
- confronted with an undesirable task
- someone needs to go first
- there is danger
- I might be rejected or mocked
No one has ever thrown me into a den of lions and locked the door, but by the thump of my racing heart (in far less threatening circumstances), one would think they had.
The fear of rejection or disapproval has often stopped me dead in my tracks even in something as simple as marketing myself or just trying something new.
That subtle fear of looking like a fool paralyzes even though I am consciously aware that another’s opinion or a temporary setback is terribly inconsequential.
So, practicing walking on in is what I need the most.
Courage to believe…
- the Universe supports me through danger
- when I am courageous, others benefit
- I was born for overcoming
Feel the fear and do it anyway. – Susan Jeffers
There have been times that I have had an impulse to give and have hesitated too long, or tried to ignore the impulse altogether. I have always regretted it. Usually, fear was at the root of my decision.
When I felt I should give a compliment, I may have feared being overshadowed. Will they think they are better than me?
When I felt I should give encouragement, it might have been the fear of rejection. Will they question my motive?
When I felt compelled to offer support, it was probably a fear of failure. Who do I think I am? What do I have to offer?
When I felt an impulse to forgive, it was a fear of someone getting off the hook too easily. If I forgive them, they won’t get what they deserve.
When I felt I should give money, it was the fear of scarcity. Can I afford it? What if I need this in the future?
None of my fears were grounded. I could not out give the Universe.
Today, I will give without fear.
When confronted with injustice and tragedy, (which is a frequent event if we keep up with the news)
Do not merely ask, “Who could do such a thing?”
Also ask, “Help me recognize the depth of pain, loneliness, and anger in humans who think of doing such things.”
Do not merely ask, “How could something so terrible have happened?”
Also ask, “How can I be more in touch with the painful, tragic things that are happening in people’s lives all over the world, right now.”
Do not merely ask, “How can I physically protect myself and my family from this evil?”
Also ask, “How can I psychologically shield myself and others from despair and live a courageous life in spite of tragedy?”
Psychiatrist George Richie, author of one of the first books about the NDEs (near-death experiences), shared these three insights in a television interview with Joan Rivers many years ago:
1) Immense and unfathomable love (vs. immense and unfathomable judgement) is in the afterlife.
2) Death is a mere continuation of life. There is no cessation of existence.
3) Our thoughts direct and determine what our afterlife is like. We go where our thoughts take us. George used the analogy of school to explain this; “just as if you are in first grade you wouldn’t try to get into a graduate program, so we admit ourselves to the ‘program’ for which we are the most suited.”
Three more good reasons to choose positive, beautiful, marvelous, healing, hopeful, and kind thoughts…right now.
(original post 2011)
“We are all meant to shine, as children do. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone, and as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” – Marianne Williamson
When I reached No. 3: Give up Playing Small, in Zdravko Cvijetic’s “13 Things You Should Give Up If You Want To Be Successful,” it reminded me of two things:
- The fears (that kept me small) I have already challenged and banished
- The fears I am still hanging on to
Conclusion: My progress may not be impressive, but at least I am very slowly…letting go.
As I review two thousand and sixteen
I celebrate the fears I no longer claim
And, trembling, plan an attack
On the terrifying ones that remain
Here’s to hoping (for everyone’s sake)
That you will resolutely do the same
What if I would have never worried about money, things, being important, or people who were not cooperating with me?
A life like that may seem laughable, yet in retrospect, the time I spent worrying about those things was one frickin, colossal waste…because…
- money and things came and went
- what people thought of me turned out to be inconsequential
- and I never could control anyone anyway
So why didn’t I just give it my best shot, do my best work, give it all my love, forgive, and stay detached from outcomes? Why didn’t I?
That erroneous theory (that began driving so many of our weird behaviors as early as elementary school)?
The theory that we are more screwed up than everyone else.
By the time I finished kindergarten, I had an elaborate web of lies to hide behind. Fear of being found out to be not as smart, good, strong, worthy, loved, rich, talented, endowed, worldly-wise, attractive, or normal as everyone else appeared to be.
I didn’t start the process of letting myself out of this dungeon until I completely owned my humanity and became vulnerable enough about it that others started letting me see the reflection of it in them.
That’s freedom. No apologies. No pretention. Just being who I am, on the road to improvement.