Weekends go by way too quickly at my house. There’s friends and family and chores and church and before you know it, its Sunday night and I’m looking at another long week stretched ahead of me and wondering where all my time went.
You know what I realized this weekend? I am my own worst enemy. What I mean is, I am really good at sabotaging myself concerning the things that mean the most to me.
Take this community, for example. If you had told me this time last year that I would be sharing weekly with a beautiful bunch of women, given the opportunity to be real and vulnerable and all of the things that come with that, I probably would have laughed at you.
Because it just didn’t seem like it could happen. Writing was something other people did, something I would dream about forever but never really participate in—except in my journals and composition notebooks.
And now? Now I put off my weekly post for as long as humanly possible. It’s probably been at least three weeks since I submitted a post on time, and our lovely site manager Lisa is more than patient with me, because she knows I have a lot going on and I am struggling with my own personal demons.
And because I think she in her wisdom has seen what I have not seen up until this point: I’m a procrastinating perfectionist.
I would rather not do something than do a poor job of it, and every week I wait and wait and wait for the inspiration to strike, to give me the topic, whatever it is, that I will be discussing and baring my soul about. And I want to be relevant, and well received, and all sorts of other things.
Going back to my post from last week, I want you ladies to like me.
So I put off my responsibilities because I don’t want to fail to live up to my expectations, or yours, and in the process I make myself undeserving of my responsibilities. It’s a vicious cycle, and that’s not even considering the guilt that comes with being late on my posts.
I’m a mess. But I’m seeing where the messiness is coming from, and I know it’s only then that I can begin to change.
What are you putting off? What dreams are you delaying because you think you’ll be more ready to deal with them later? Are you purposefully setting yourself up for failure because you think you’ll fail if you try?
Because you have your gifts and passions for a reason, it would be a waste not to use them. But I think it would be even more wasteful to know that you can use them, to dream of using them, and to throw away opportunity after opportunity.
Give it a shot. Whatever it is, let yourself try. Odds are, you’ll blow yourself away with your abilities.
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Laura Hyers is a Tampa native, writer, and the newly wed wife of musician Caleb. She recently graduated from the University of South Florida with a bachelor’s degree in psychology with a concentration in literature and is currently teaching preschool. When not chasing a class of two-year-olds, Laura is writing and fighting fierce bouts of wanderlust. She loves music, reading, being near the ocean, and dreaming big over huge cups of coffee with her best friend Lakin. Laura blogs at http://littlebirdmarie.wordpress.com.
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4 thoughts on “What would you do if you weren’t afraid to try?”
Thank you for being open and honest about a topic that we tend to shy away from. Yet, you are so correct in your assessment of the fear of failure. I can join your ranks with similar challenges and challenges that come from within, too. I so appreciate your transparency and your encouragement to press beyond my fears, with the focus that it’s Him in me. As a result, there is no room for fear or pride, just abiding in the Vine and expecting that His fruit will be produced in and through me. Enjoy a fruitful weekend and the joy that comes from His life living through you. : )
Boy, could I relate to your post? Even the byline! I am constantly fighting fierce bouts of wanderlust…I love writing, reading, and being near the ocean (unfortunately, although I grew up near the ocean I am NOT near the ocean now…but I visit it yearly). And huge cups of coffee with a friend? Definitely one of my great loves. Speaking of wanderlust, that’s what I put off…traveling. My husband is a very busy owner of a small company and can’t get away often. I’m pretty insecure when it comes to traveling alone, partly because I have disabilities and need help with any lifting, but I was afraid before I hurt myself. I began to “feel the fear and do it anyway” several years ago and fly to see family more often. But there are exotic places out there waiting for me. And besides…I can work on my blog posts while sitting in Aisle seat 11B so no excuses there. I am writing a memoir blog at http://www.lindalochridge.com. I invite you to visit me there some time. Again, loved this Laura.
Laura! Talk about a post that resonates – this really does. Thank you so much for the nudge. The way you share your heart makes me feel right at home and this one in particular has launched a bit more HOPE in my heart.
Keep writing! Looking forward to ALL you have to say! Never underestimate the power of your words – I was greatly encouraged by reading this. Hoping to get back to writing myself very soon.
I feel your battle inside, I am sitting here on a Sunday nite, one hour before bedtime, wondering where the time has past…where was I this week-end??? When I had my four children home, I made time for my writing, my constant writing and now…I am alone, after my marriage of 33 years has ended and just “frozen” not able to write.
Your post has encouraged me to start FRESH, in this NEW life…to become an encouragement to others.Thank you