When I was a little girl I would play make-believe with my friends – as most young kids do. We would play house, Barbies, race cars, when I was in 2nd grade, at recess, my best friend and I would play that we were left behind in the wilderness. We had to (pretend to) build our own shelter, live off the land, and protect ourselves for wild animals. We would sit there for hours on end and put our imaginary selves in scary and threatening positions, excited for the day when we would be all grown up and our day dreams could become reality. It is true, I may have danced to the beat of my own drummer growing up (even now probably), but I guarantee I was not the only child who did such things.
Sadly, as we grow up, that excited explorers spirit and determination to experience everything life has to offer fades. Whether it is due to fear of failure, disappointment, or lack of encouragement that innocent child, with high hopes and expectations, gets hushed and shoved deep into the shaded areas of our souls. Instead of being out in the world, plucking each and every opportunity that peaks our interest from the conveyer belt of life, we stay back, we don’t even get close enough to see what is passing us by. I’m not a real big country music fan, but I have to give credit to Garth Brooks. He hit the nail on the head with his lyrics “Life is not tried – it is merely survived, if you’re standing outside the fire”. (I can never just read or say that, its always sung in my head)
I suffered from symptoms of pansy-ass-itis myself once. Still do on occasion. I have always had this big grand plan of picking up and heading out on my own. A life in the big city! I wouldn’t know anyone, or where anything is, but I would have the most amazing adventure! Meet new people, eat new food, and experience an abundant multitude of awesomeness. But when it came to stop talking about it, and start working towards it, planning it all out. I cowered. Excuse after excuse; I won’t have any money to do it, I need to have a stable footing and a huge safety net in place preemptively. A safety net so large, that it would take too long to even get to where I need to be in order to move. I won’t know anyone, or where anything is. It wasn’t until speaking with a friend that I realized exactly what I was doing. I was allowing very things I was looking forward to scare me off. I was scared to death. Scared I wouldn’t be able to hack it, and have to come crawling home, tail between my legs, to mommy. That fear, the fear of not being perfect at something has crippled me. There have been so many things in my life that I have given up on or not even attempted because of that fear. But just as the old saying goes, the first step on the road to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Well… Hi, my name is Erin, and I am a Kakorrhaphiophobic. (Don’t worry I can’t pronounce it either, I had to Google it. It means a phobia of failure.)
Getting a firm grip on my ‘problem’ has helped tremendously. I still have the plan to move, I also still have the fear. The difference this time is I am not letting that fear control me. I acknowledge its existence – but I do not let it stand in my way. Tal Ben-Shahar, author of one of the best books ever, The Pursuit of Perfect, said “we must learn to fail, or fail to learn”. Another great quote mostly attributed to Mark Twain is “I regret not the things I’ve done, but those I did not do”. I think Shahar, Twain, and Brooks would all agree, we need to throw fear out the window and start living. Life should be about taking risks, and knowing one way or another you will get a positive ROI. We should all be “convinced it’s not living, if we’re standing outside the fire”! (<– to be sung not said!)