My dad was a work-aholic. He decided to check out of his home life when things got a bit difficult. He definitely taught me to work hard, but he didn’t teach me much else since he wasn’t a present force in my life. The only other thing he really taught me was to be terrified (not just scared) of failing. For over a year now I’ve been stuck on my Pandora story. Things got a little complicated for me and I chickened out. I’ve had some good reasons for not working on it, but I’ve also had a lot of excuses. I’m scared to put that much effort into something only to have it fail and it to all be a waste. So in my dumb logic, apparently I decided it was better not to try than to try and have even a tiny chance for success. Insert applause here.
Well, I’m still stuck and I have no idea what direction to take the PK story from here. I really need more time to research Greek civilization. Still…no matter how long it takes me given that I’m working and in school–both full time, I really want to finish PK and another project I’m working on writing.
The heart of the matter is this…I’d rather know that I’ve done all that I can to accomplish something in my life, to know that I wasn’t just a waste of space. I want to have a reason for being. I’ve never found one, so I’ll create one. For now..that is Pandora. Even if it fails, at least I tried, right? Why not??
What is your fear? What is your purpose? What do you do to overcome your fears and implement your purpose?