Paralyzed by Over Thinking

Have you ever had on of those days, weeks, months or even years, when all you can do is think.  You have great aspirations of doing something amazing, but all you can do about it is think.  That seems to be my problem right now.  I have a thought, think I have a plan, and then instead of acting on the plan, I start thinking again.  It is an awful feeling, isn’t it.  I know I am not alone in this.  We all have our moments of greatness, moments of inspiration, moments of sheer excitement, but what is it really that stops us from taking the next step…

Is it the FEAR? The fear of failure, the fear of success, the fear of perception, the fear of change…

Is it the HOW? How do I/we start, how will it work, how will people think of me, how will it be successful?

or is it the FOCUS? keeping it, directing it, allowing for it.

For me…it is a combination of all the above.  I have an ingrained fear of failure, at the same time the value of not putting others ahead of myself.  It is really hard to put the time needed into something when you are needed, no expected to fill the needs of those around you (aka husband and children).

So what I am doing about this.  This blog is the first thing, mind you the only person who knows about the blog is my husband 🙂  but it is slowly teaching me to keep going, not to give up, one baby step at a time.  I have put myself out there more with the blog, I am writing, being creative, using my brain, and most important is I am now putting my thoughts down in writing.  In turn helping me keep focus.  Which is key.

Baby Steps

This is a phrase that I tended to live by.  Baby Steps…like I said, I am a little slow, tend to over think, and have always wanted…no needed everyone’s approval.  To be honest doing things for me, with out the constant  need of continual approval, has made  things easier.  I have a plan (sort of) and I am going to execute this plan one step at a time…Baby Steps.

 

What everyone Else says

When I approached my friends and family about the light bulb moment, they all just stared at me blankly.  I am not too sure if  they understood my concern with what was going on, or even worse what might happen.  I was very confused.  Honestly these are the people you turn to in time of need, and  they were looking at me like I was crazy.  I don’t think they understood my fear, or for that wanted to understand this new paranoia.

Talk about a kick to the teeth.  Then I remembered the one of the very first seminars my husband dragged me too.  They spent most of the weekend talking about the idea of Content vs. Context…to be successful you need to surround your self with those who share the context side of the glass, as the content is subjective.  Meaning you only ever learn what you think/feel is important.  You cannot force some one to change their context like you can force feed content.  Make sense?

From that point on, although I will admit it  is difficult on a regular basis, but I had to stop caring about what others thought of me.  I am going to do right by me, my husband and my kids, no matter what others may think of my so called  madness.  One of my favourite quotes of all times says it best…

Be who you are and say what you feel,
because those who mind don’t matter,
and those who matter don’t mind.
― Dr. Seuss