What were you thinking?? Hehehehe!
Actually there are many wonderful “F” words. Family, friends, food, fun, frills, fart (you know you laugh) and lest we forget that mother of all dirty words…..FEAR! (gottcha again).
I’ve been contemplating my absence from this blog and writing, the long, long process of remodeling which was supposed to be fodder for flexing my blogging muscle, and my slowed to stalled weight loss/healthier me adventure; especially as I watch my eldest prepare for college and the sometimes apparent lack of forward motion. “Where did he learn that?” Oh, crap! ME!!! F&@%!!
All creatures have survival instincts. These are typically categorized as two more “F” words, fight or flight. What about freeze? Some of us see the looming monster or the mere shadow of it before us and grab a sword. Some run for cover. Some freeze. Each situation is different and a sword grabber today may freeze or run tomorrow. I think most of us want to be fighters, dragon slayers, to eat that elephant one bite at a time. And some days we look down and the only weapon we can see is a spork……F&@%!!!
Is it fear of failure or fear of success that leaves us standing, staring at the gaping maw of a book outline…of ripped up floors and chipped tiles…of the same number on the scales week after week….of the academic catalog?
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?” ~ Marianne Williamson from A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles
What do you do when the task(s) seem to be too much? How do you wield your spork of fire?