It is 5:17 am on Tuesday morning. I am on vacation. I can't sleep. Why? Because I am now worrying about the amateur sand sculpting competition that I am participating in on November 22nd. Grrrrrrrrrrr!
Dreams are much MORE fun when they are simply dreams. As a risk-taker, my first obstacle is always myself. Once I commit myself, and start to take steps toward my dream, fear kicks in. Fear of looking silly. Fear of being judged. Fear of failure. With 55 years of experience you would think I would be at ease with risk-taking. The truth is, the more important something is to me, the more I sweat it.
In the end, I know that I won't allow myself to be paralyzed by my fear. I know that once I design the sculpture, practice in clay or some other medium, and show up on the sand, my love for this hobby will kick in. I will begin to relax and sink in to that place inside of me where hand, heart, and creative spirit meet.
Risk-taking connects me more deeply to myself and in turn, to all people. It tears away at my walls and reminds me of my humanness. It puts me squarely in the role of learner. As a teacher, I can't imagine a more powerful exercise.
In the end, I know that I won't allow myself to be paralyzed by my fear. I know that once I design the sculpture, practice in clay or some other medium, and show up on the sand, my love for this hobby will kick in. I will begin to relax and sink in to that place inside of me where hand, heart, and creative spirit meet.
Risk-taking connects me more deeply to myself and in turn, to all people. It tears away at my walls and reminds me of my humanness. It puts me squarely in the role of learner. As a teacher, I can't imagine a more powerful exercise.
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