The photo above popped up on a friend’s Facebook feed earlier this week and the words have been stuck in my head ever since.
I haven’t been writing much lately.
I blame work. I want to write – I love to write! – but it’s so much easier to push the job I love (that earns me pennies) to the side to concentrate on the job that earns me a living.
I blame my to-do list. I can’t stand a messy house so instead of using Topher’s hour of Quiet Time to write, I spend it cleaning the kitchen, scrubbing the floor, or purging the hall closet.
Sometimes I even blame the kids. On the rare occasion that I actually have an evening off, I’m too tired. Our days are full and my brain is completely fried by the time I’ve tucked them in for the sixteenth time. I don’t want to think about anything at that point so I crash on the couch in front of the TV.
I do have to work, I do have to keep my house somewhat tidy, and I love spending time with my kids –
So I can’t blame those things.
The truth of the matter is that I am my own biggest obstacle.
I’m afraid to write.
I’m afraid to be vulnerable.
I’m afraid to put myself out there.
I’m afraid of criticism and rejection.
I’m afraid of failure …
And I’m afraid of change.
I’m at the point where I need to get over myself and just jump in.
I need to be braver.
Make sure that the obstacle in your way isn’t you.