I text my best friend: “I am so sick of fear keeping me from posting to my blog! Ugh! I just wanna shove a middle finger in fear’s face!”
She immediately responds, “You do every time you post.”
Bam. There’s truth in its finest form. It cuts through all the bullshit and calls me to do the thing that scares me most. Truth calls to me. Truth tells me to come out of hiding and confront my fear.
I haven’t felt resistance like this ever before. Ever.
This resistance is so strong. So visceral. So epic. I need to understand it.
Is it trying to keep me from my destiny?
Is it tying me down with fear?
Yes. The fear is suffocating. It’s nipping at my heels. It’s chasing me down. I am uneasy.
Resistance is a bully.
Resistance has sized me up and has incapacitated me with ill-drawn comparisons. It doesn’t want me to shine light on the darkness. It doesn’t want me to entertain the shadow side. It doesn’t want me to wander. And wonder.
Resistance wants to immobilize. Paralysis of the mind. Paralysis of my writing.
Resistance feeds on my hesitation.
There it is: Resistance feeds on my hesitation.
Hesitate and I’m a goner.
Hesitate and resistance shoves me right back in the corner.
Hesitation is costing me.
Turn off the monkey mind.
Silence the inner critic.
Face my fear and write, damn it, write.