Sunday mornings present an excellent opportunity to spend a few moments breathing, connecting with our inner selves, and looking towards what lies on the path ahead of us. This Sunday, I am questioning my sanity. I decided to embark on an epic journey. That is when the voices in my head started. I bet you know what they said. Things like, “Who do you think you are?” or “You’ve got a lot of nerve.” I recognize those words and the voice. They belong to the self-destructive beast named Self-doubt.
The monster rears its ugly head whenever it senses we are about to try something different and step out of our usual routine. Self-doubt will self-sabotage your best intentions if you are not vigilant. It will point out every reason you shouldn’t even try. It’s raining outside. The wind is blowing. You might fail, and then again, you might succeed, and what will happen then? I know. I once let the beast stop me until I learned how to permit myself to risk being brave.
Buried deep inside of us is an excellent chance of winning. But we must push aside the naysayers, ignore the dream-crushers and the misgivings, avoid overthinking and second-guessing our decisions, and listen to our guts. Now when the beast speaks, I lean into my fear, do a gut check, and trusting myself, I dare to move forward.
Do you trust yourself?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer