We're all afraid.
If we're not anxious about getting senile or going broke, we're worried that our children will start using drugs or that we'll end up as one-hit wonders. It doesn't matter how accomplished, brilliant and beautiful we consider ourselves. Fear comes with the territory of being human. And the better we are at navigating through it, the more comfortable we feel in our skins and surroundings.
Facing fear also goes hand-in-hand with realizing our dreams. That's why for the past ten years, beginning the morning I got the inspiration to write my first book, I've been trying to do one bold thing a day. Anything that scares me, that makes my stomach go up and down or causes my breath to catch in my throat, qualifies. Cold calling a radio producer, speaking before a large audience, saying no to an unwelcome invitationI count them all. I've even given myself credit for trying gorgonzola cheese. (The smell alone is frightening!)
I'm venturing to walk through my fears the way Patrick Swayze walks through walls in the movie Ghostas if they aren't there.
Over time, my bold-thing-a-day habit has paid off. It's no longer scary for me to pick up the phone and arrange an interview, and I rarely feel nervous now when I do big events. I'm more vibrant, yet more relaxed than I was in 2000. Lately, though, I've been wondering whether or not I'll be able to pull off the novel I've started. Am I crazy, I ask myself, to think I can write fiction?
