What’s truly scary (motivation for the last 2 months of the year)

You know what’s scarier than getting on the plane? Never having left your hometown and widened your perspective. To stay small and inexperienced, not understanding, on a deeper personal level, the other cultures and beauties in this world.

That’s terrifying.

You know what’s scarier than publishing a book and being judged? Not publishing and bearing an untold story inside you. The story and it’s possibility just festering and infecting your soul from the inside. Never knowing what could have been. Never living the life you dream of.

That’s terrifying.

You know what’s scarier than going for the job or the love interest or the proposal (or whatever else)? Saying no to yourself before anyone else gets chance to and deciding that you’re not good enough. Not asking means the answer will always be no.

That’s terrifying.

Scary are the things we don’t do. The places we don’t go. The dreams we don’t chase. Scary are the nights spent dreaming instead of doing. Scary is the life lived by others and not you, instead you watch from the sidelines, green with envy. Scary is thinking it’s possible, but never going for it. Scary is giving up on yourself.

So get on the plane. Ask her out. Get up and dance. Write the book. Share the book. Laugh your stupid laugh. Go for the run. Run faster and further. Jump off things. Jump into things. Dive, swim, climb. Breathe life into yourself by being more afraid of regret than you are of ifs and maybes.

I am a fearful type. There is a black monster that lives in my chest. But I needn’t listen to him. Let him decide my fate. Instead, I am turning my fear towards the things I would regret not doing. The things that make life small and limited and boring. I will fear those things so that I may never fear the other things so much that I remain in my comfort zone.

Be brave. Be bold. End the year on a high.

Good luck!

Sincerely,

S. xx