“To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.” ~ Pema Chodron
Nine out of ten times when I feel paralyzed, it’s because I doubt myself. Sometimes I doubt my knowledge, and whether I truly know enough to take the next step. Sometimes I doubt the choices I’ve already made, as if I can find a sense of control in rehashing what I’ve done. The only thing I can do is to try and do better in the future.
Other times I doubt my instincts. Deep down I know what’s right for me, but my mind divides into two entities, both at odds with each other. Thus I am conflicted over what choice to make.
I’ve mostly dealt with this as it pertains to my dreams and goals, and it’s partially because I’m terrified of doing the wrong thing or making a bad decision. Ultimately it is fear of taking responsibility for my choices. It feels easier not to choose at all.
But what I’m learning is that there is no such thing as “wrong.” The only wrong choice is not making one. As one wise woman said to me many years ago, “indecision is insanity.” No doubt about that.
Maybe the point is to learn to be less afraid of leaping, knowing that the net may not always appear, but the fall will never be far enough to do any lasting damage.
Doubts are just an inevitable part of life. The important thing is that we act in spite of them.Share post