Every now and then in my life these days I hit a wall of fear, that seems impossible to get through. An old painful memory from the past tries to convince me that I’m not strong enough to tackle a new obstacle, saying that “because I wasn’t strong enough then, I won’t be strong enough now.”
But what choice do we have in this world, except to go through that wall? Stay stuck? Hell no. In my experience, the pain of that is way worse than the pain of facing the fear. I certainly have spent enough of my life staring at the wall, wishing that I had the drive and the courage that I perceived other people had…
Right now I’m facing one of my thickest walls of fear, as this one’s been accumulating girth for many years. A place of repeated injury… And yet I know, having passed through similar walls before, that this is not an impossible task. You take one step, then another–fearfully yet bravely until you get to the other side. It’s ok to feel scared…as long as you do it anyway. I’m gonna frickin’ do it anyway.
I love Mark Twain.
“Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.”
– Mark Twain