Fear Is A Lousy Liar

A brand new beginning is well within your reach if you’ll just let go of fear.

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We are now well inside the final 100 days of 2019. On everyone’s lips begs the question, where did the year go? Of course, the next question is what have you achieved? Have you made some headway in 2019, have you achieved any of the goals that you set down at the beginning of the year? At this moment you may be filled with elation or anxiety. I hope the former.
In any event, it’s not too late. It’s not too late to start over and make a brand new ending to 2019.

Saying: somewhere out there someone with less talent is outworking you.

Our purpose in life is to advance and become newer, better versions of ourselves. There is a natural progression that counts in our favour. It is in everything. If you put a seed in the ground and you water it, which really isn’t a lot of work, one day you may just have peaches.

A baby learning to walk will fall down countless times but will get up and try again. Have you seen any adults crawling on all fours? 
Have you seen all the cars on the road? There is a driver in each one of them (well, maybe not for much longer), but no-one just woke up one day and started a car. There is a learning process and with everything else, one has to feel a bit of pain in order to succeed.

I am on the verge of a major transition in my working career and can I tell you, it is scary. I don’t know if I’m making the right decision. I don’t know if my next project will be successful. Failure is no stranger to me. I still have bills to pay. Oh but Michelle, what if you succeed? Well, that remains to be seen says the realist in me. And you reading this, what if you succeed? How much better won’t your world be? How much joy will that success bring? Immeasurable amounts? Perhaps, maybe?
 
 But if you don’t try, you will stay just where you are. Where it’s predictable, where the Starbucks waiter knows your name. The cubicle with your name on it. You know at the end of the month what your paycheck will say. You don’t even need to open it. The predictability of knowing that your salary will be in your bank account on the 25th of every month.

What do you exchange for these niceties? A tiny part of your soul.

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At the end of your life, will you remember your supervisor’s name? The one who gave you hell. You continued to stay because it was familiar territory. Better the devil and the insults you know. 
That’s why we stay in toxic relationships. He is not like that all the time. Sometimes he treats me really nice. You need to treat yourself very nice, put yourself first and refuse to take any further insults.

It will be hard because fear is a lousy liar. It makes you go back to the cubicle, back into his arms.

You have a choice. To get up and make the next 93 days count. Or to start 2020 in the same cubicle or in the same arms. The choice is yours.
 On the bright side and lest we forget.

“I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” — Stephen Grellet

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