I’m sitting at a beautiful resort collecting my thoughts for a writing workshop I am attending. I notice fear, anxiety, awe and excitement whirling inside of me. I am thinking I don’t know where to start writing.
The avoidance part of me is looking for other fun things to do INSTEAD of writing. The shaming part of me is telling me all sorts of stories about how I will never finish this project so why start.
I re-mind myself to breathe. I am breathing. Breathing is good. What I would like to be doing is writing. (“That is typically what one does at a writing workshop,” the shaming me adds!)
A friend at the workshop quietly hands me a piece of paper with a writing by Abraham Hicks on it, “all limitations are self-imposed.” Oh yah. I needed that re-minder I think. All those voices are me. I can love them all for the gifts they bring, and remember they are just trying to help.
“I don’t need your help,” I tell shame and avoidance. Thanks for loving me so much you would do anything possible to keep me from pain. I am willing to face the fear, the anxiety and even the pain today. “Are you sure?” They ask. Yes, “I AM.”
…..and I begin writing!
