I always wanted to open my own coffee shop. I love coffee. I could live in a relaxed vintage coffee shop with big comfy chairs or high top tables for my lap top. I have the vision and the business sense to do it.
But I’m not sure I have the collateral
to make it happen. What if I don’t have what it takes financially and no one
will lend it to me? I don’t know if I can trust those who say they would
support me in the venture. This control freak has trust issues, you know. What if
I get into it and decide it’s not really what I want to do?
Even more than a coffee entrepreneur, my
hearts dream is to be a writer. I could write books or magazine articles or an
online how-to column. I want to write so badly that I don’t even care what the
content is.
There’s a deep rooted fear of
rejection looming around all my hopes and dreams that I haven’t been able to
shake in all my 32 years. How dumb would I look if I told everyone I wanted to
be a great published writer and then my first book was a total flop? Or what if
I can’t get published in the first place?
“What if” is my most violent advisory.
It is the simple little question that
scares me so much, it causes me to forgo the idea entirely, as if it never
existed.
What fears are holding you back? What
questions are you too afraid to answer? What would it look like if we all just peaked
through the fingers covering our eyes and caught a glimpse of what could be?
I kind of want to start peaking. Maybe.
Just a little.
