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Lovingkindness, a way to let go of hesitation and fear

Lovingkindness, a way to let go of hesitation and fear

February 29, 2020
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Three days a week, there’s a prompt in The Creative’s Workshop. Something to ponder, to reflect and act upon, to respond to. Prompt number 8 called for action, and as much as it scared me, at first, once done, I’d shed a ton of anxiety and hesitation. 

This sentence hit’s the bullseye. Spot on. Hurtfully so:
It’s not that you can’t organize and ship a minimum lovable product. It’s simply that you’re hesitating.

You see, I want to do more with #tankespjärn than I have been doing so far, and yes I am afraid. I am hesitant. I fear failure.

Deep inhalation!
Letting it out.

Lovingkindness.
Breathe in love. Breathe out fear.
Breathe in strength. Breathe out hesitation.
Breathe in determination. Breathe out fear of failure.
Breathe in courage. Breathe out poor excuses.
Breathe in words from the Angel’s advocate. Breathe out words from the Devil’s advocate.
Breathe in just do it. Breathe out procrastination.

That’s what I wrote. To get myself ready to do the work the prompt actually called for, which was to make a list of steps that will take me (closer) to what it is I want to create, and then list what I need to do to make each step a reality. 

After spending 15-20 minutes on it, there I was, with a list of five steps with a number of actionable to-dos for each one. And all of a sudden, anxiety and hesitation are replaced with a sensation informing me that This is doable!

 

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Doing gentle – 36 – What would you do if you weren’t afraid?

September 18, 2016
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I hold myself back. Out of fear. Out of fear, of the imaginary kind. Not the kind where it’s the appropriate response. The imaginary kind, the one that often stems from mind-reading, that is, from making up a story in my head, about what someone else will think or feel. Most often, something that isn’t so at all.

without abandonWhat would I do if I weren’t afraid?
I would love without abandon. Recklessly. Full on.
I would laugh. Out loud, often, joyfully!

I would ask. Boldly. Or sometimes… I would ask really small questions; ones that feel like they are huge. And then, I would get the Yes, or the No, and life moves on. It doesn’t stop, I don’t die of embarrassment or what-ever else I’ve portrayed would happen.

I would enjoy the moment. Not hold back. Go for it. Acknowledge that which I desire, that which I want to do, or taste, or have, or feel, and go for it.

Not hold back. Go for it.

What would you do if you weren’t afraid?

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