You know the little voices in your head that tighten the reins when you’re about to attempt something extraordinary? They layer themselves in between your thoughts and paralyse you limb to limb. It’s not personal. They are the offspring of fear and doubt, it’s what they do.
What you need is some defensive artillery on your side. I’ve called on a few allies to add their voices to the fray so the battle may sway in your favour.
What if I fail?
It’s not the right time.
‘Someday’ is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.
I don’t have the resources.
Success is not about your resources. It’s about how resourceful you are with what you have.
I’m not an expert.
Every expert was once an amateur. And every master was first a beginner.
Someone else is already doing it.
Sell what people are already buying – in your own voice.
I’ll start tomorrow.
I have to be practical.
To sit back and let fate play its hand out and never influence it is not the way man was meant to operate.
I need my dreams to be validated first.
Man’s desire for the approval of his fellows is so strong, his dread of their censure so violent, that he himself has brought his enemy (conscience) within his gates; and it keeps watch over him, vigilant always in the interests of its master to crush any half-formed desire to break away from the herd.
My dreams are stupid.
The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
I don’t have any dreams.
A wise woman once told me that the harsh truth about being a writer is that you have to actually effin write things. So here I am, writing these blog posts. A total of two people will read them and one of them will roll their eyes down the street into the nearest escape pod and establish a colony on Mars.
But I also know that it will get better. Yours will, too.