You think fear sounds like truth, and then you take action that comes from a lie.
But when you pay attention to how things feels in your body, you start to realize that truth lives in vulnerability and fear is a lie.
“Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage.” – Brené Brown
The fear that spins round and round in your brain is not truth, but you live like it is.
Then you keep telling that worn out story because it’s more comfortable than the unknown.
There’s shame in admitting that, so you pretend that you’re fine, that you’re not really paralysed by fear, and you live, metaphorically speaking, in a dark and scary neighbourhood.
That’s what your head is – a dark and scary part of town, that no one in their right mind would choose willingly.
Years go by, youur dreams fall by the wayside, and you settle for what’s known and secure and you decide that dreams are for other people.
Until one day someone asks, “What dreams did you have for your life?” and a wistful look appears, your voice softens and you speak long suppressed words.
I once dreamed of…
- writing a book
- becoming a singer
- owning a restaurant
- travelling the world
You give your head a shake, and laugh at your youthful desires.
What the fuck happened to those dreams?