Be afraid not to try. That’s kind of a mind warp, right?
I’ve spent a great majority of my life living in fear. There have always been things I WANT to try but hold myself back from.
In highschool I was afraid of being disliked. In college, I was afraid of failing nursing school. When I started my first nursing job in Pediatric ICU, I was afraid of failing my patients.
I’ve always been afraid of failing. I push myself probably 4 times as hard as I should, usually to the point of exhaustion, and then I’m still afraid of not doing enough.
I talked in my last post about how this last year has been a year full of hard lessons, trials and learning truths about myself.
Guess what? I’m still learning. I’m still stumbling, making bad decisions, clawing my way to sunlight.
This little canvas print is the first piece of artwork I purchased for my new office space. I made a fast decision to move my office out of my house and into a much larger space in an effort to grow and expand. It’s been hard as hell. I have less time to work because I still have my kids with me on a daily basis. My overhead costs are far more than I’m used to paying, and sales have slowed with summer slow down.
Every month, I have no idea if I will be able to afford to stay at the office next month. Who knows? But I’m damn proud of myself for trying. I reached outside of my comfort zone. I saw that I could grow and expand and push myself even more than I thought I could.
Was it the best decision for my business? The jury is still out on that. But next year, I can look back on this summer and say I definitely did try, and I wasn’t afraid.