Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.”

― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein

What could I accomplish if I wasn’t worried about failure?

Last week, I did more “adulting” in SEVEN days than I do in a year. It was scary. There’s a part of me that wants someone else to take care of the unfamiliar stuff in my life. I don’t feel like I’m qualified to handle all the car related stuff I took care of: transferring titles, buying cars, making arrangements with salvage yards. If I had it my way, a “grown-up” would have handled all of it—someone more “grown-up” than me. It’s strange to wake up one morning and discover you’ve been awarded the part of this mysterious “grown-up” person who supposedly has the answers—especially since I don’t remember auditioning for the role. It’s an unfamiliar sensation to put aside the fear, and do the things that need doing, and deal with all the “feels” after the fact.

I don’t know if I will ever be “fearless.” I don’t know if it’s possible or even practical. But I think it is possible to set fear aside for a moment, like removing a pair of shoes you’ve grown accustomed to, but aren’t exactly comfortable in. I think time limits on “adulting” help. It’s rather daunting to be the adult all the time, no matter what. Sometimes it’s easier to set a timer. “I will do the things that need doing for the next 25 minutes, and then I will take a break!” Sometimes lists are good, as long as they’re not too long. Sometimes outcomes are worth more than the uncomfortable journey.

What’s keeping you away from your goals?

xo Juli