Overcoming Fear
By Andrea Martell, http://www.disabledentrepreneur.com
Back in the days when all of us spent the majority of our energy
hunting down game and gathering fruits, vegetables, and grains for our
meals fear came in really handy. Fear causes the "flight or fight"
response so that our muscles will pump up with adrenaline so we can
run faster than we ever could before to run from an enemy, or to stand
and fight the bear, snake, or whatever predator has decided it would
like to have us for dinner.
In modern day, now that most of don't have to live daily with the fear
of life and death, the fears we experience are different but as
equally deadly to our careers, business, and life: fear of failure,
fear of success, fear of rejection, fear of not being liked, fear of
financial disaster, and fear of change. Even just one of these can
hold you back from being the person you really want to be, from doing
what you really want to do.
Let me explain using an example of a fear I got over, and a fear I'm
working at getting over.
Since I was a little girl I wanted to write. I was seven years old
when I decided I wanted to be a writer. People look at me weird when
I say that, but it's true. One Halloween I found myself with a first
unfinished sentence for my first story given to me as an assignment by
a teacher. I did the assignment. My story was no better or no worse
than any other child's in the class but something very valuable
happened to me that day. Previously, I'd love to have books read to
me, and I loved reading them. I loved the alphabet, and putting words
together. I was already practicing writing my mother's name in
handwriting without knowing what I was doing. But on that day I
realized that when you string words together not only can you make a
sentence, you can write a whole story, just like the stories my mom
and dad read to me! That was the day I decided to become a writer. I
told everyone about it, the same way Johnny comes home to say he wants
to drive a fire engine when he grows up.
Time passed, and I shyly started writing my first articles in high
school. Soon I was singled out within the school, and all of a sudden
there were all these high expectations. "Oh our Andrea is going to be
a famous writer. She's going to write the great Canadian novel," I
would hear my parents say. At the same time, teachers in an effort to
improve my writing would constantly criticize my work to help make it
better. Then I went to university and took Journalism where I was
criticized for four years about my writing. It made my writing better,
but when I came out of school, I was terrified to write a word. The
fear of writing was a fear of success. I was terrified of what would
happen to me if I actually wrote something good. But the fear of
facing a blank page and writing something on it was a fear of failure.
My writer's block lasted years. It was like this gigantic monster
which I could not kill, and it was holding me back from doing what
made me happy, what I felt I was meant to do.
Solution? How is it I sit here writing to you today? Rather than
taking the monster down all at once, I started weakening it like a
swordsmen who nicks their opponent until their so weak from bleeding
all over that defeating them is easy. I started by keeping one of
those online diaries. Handwriting and doing "homework" to overcome my
writer's block wasn't working. It felt too much like school. So I
started a diary, and I just wrote my feelings. I didn't do it every
day. I just wrote when I needed to. An idea for an article would come
to mind, and so I would write the story in my diary. Soon I started
getting all this positive feedback from total strangers. They'd say
"write a book" or "you inspired me". I could be happy about it, and
say thank you. I did not feel like there was all this pressure on me
to write and become a gigantic success and so I took another jab at
the monster. I didn't know them.
I woke up one morning, and wanted to write more of the first chapter
of a novel I started years ago. It was four pages, handwritten, that I
wrote one Sunday in downtown Ottawa while on creative kick. I could
not bear to throw the pages away because I knew they were the start of
something. I wrote them my first year of university. That day, six
years later I trashed my room looking the four pages I'd guarded with
my life, but they were gone, just gone.
So I began again. For three months I wrote almost every day and came
up with my first draft of a handwritten novel. The characters were
real to me. Then I put that away. All of a sudden, I knew I could
write. I knew what others already knew. Whether I ever one the Giller
Prize didn't matter, I was meant to write and if I ever did want to
become good at my craft I had to work at it. So I started a
newsletter, a website, and I started writing articles again. This
year, I felt so confident I entered a novel writing competition at
http://www.nanowrimo.com. As I write this on November 16, 2003 I am at
24,000 words with another 26,000 words to go before November 30th,
2003. I'm going to make it too and the novel is going to be a lot
longer than 50,000 words. That writing block monster is gone by the
way. It's afraid of me now!!!
Another monster still governs my life and is keeping me from success,
and that's my fear of making phone calls. Many of you probably know
what I mean. I'm terrified of picking up the phone to call a complete
stranger, especially if it's for business, even if they want me to
call them!!! It means I have to speak, and know what I'm talking
about. I'd much rather just write.
So I've set up a December competition. I'm going to make 100
phonecalls to 100 for sale by owners and get my real estate lease
option business off the ground. Is it going to be difficult? Yeah, but
each time I make a phone call, it's going to get easier until picking
up the phone will be easy.
You don't need to tackle the Fear Monster all at once. He's probably
grown quite big and strong over the years as you've avoided doing
things you want to do. Instead, start small, take a baby step that
will nick your Fear Monster where he's not looking and before you know
it, he'll be so weak from all those nicks and cuts, that your Fear
Monster will just disappear.
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