March 20, 2014
Dear Fear,
Why are you such a bully?
(I’d call you an asshole, but my 82-year old dad doesn’t like it when I swear.)
I meet so many bright women who are playing small because of you.
These women have tried to play big. But despite their effort and investment and aspirations, it hasn’t worked the way they’d expected. Or been promised. So they got knocked back.
And then they try again. And again. And maybe again. But it still isn’t working.
They’re barely making ends meet. Sick, tired and depleted. Unwilling to trust themselves.
Because of you, they’re second guessing themselves. They believe they’ll never get to play as big as they’d envisioned. They’ve resigned themselves to a future of struggle and wishing for a miracle.
- Why do you hide the fact that the next step to getting unstuck, is taking the next step?
- Why do you distort that miracles appear in the possibilities we see for ourselves?
- Why don’t you let us know that past experiences don’t control our future… we do?
I don’t expect you to write me back, because you’re too busy digging your venomous claws into entrepreneurs everywhere.
But I see you. I know you. I’m watching you.
p.s. Personally, I’m thankful you’re in my life. Because more than anything else I’ve ever experienced, you’ve forced me to dig “subterranean deep” to find my Truth. And having Truth on my side has made it easier to take you down the last few years. One decision at a time.
