As we look at the new year approaching, is there something that you’ve always wanted to do but were too afraid? Are you afraid of trying new things? Thomas Jefferson was amazing at trying new things and our country can be grateful for all that he learned and for the boxes he stepped outside of!
Remember that the definition of insane is “Doing the same thing over and over and expecting to get a different result”. Using that definition, are you practicing some insanity? What would you do if you could do anything? Are you willing to try new things? Is there something you would love to do but you are too afraid?
For me, that “too afraid” thing is singing in front of others. I enjoy public speaking but public singing feels like a death sentence to me. I don’t even like to sing in front of family members. What does that tell you? It tells me that I need to improve in that area and work on that in the coming months.
In the last several years, I have found myself learning new things almost every day. I love learning new things! I love that once I learn something or gain a new skill – I get to keep it! You may not know this – but our spirits never forget anything. So, I may forget a fact I learned but once I return to heaven, everything I learned will accompany me! (One of those things I learned during my near death experience.)
I find that bit of truth heartwarming and inspiring. In fact, it makes me want to learn, learn, and then learn some more!
I share today’s story because I think it does a terrific job of getting us to think about the limitations we put on ourselves. I hope as you enjoy it you will think about the limitations you may be putting on yourself!:
Stepping into the Arena
Once upon a time I stood up in front of people and made a fool out of myself.
I’m not sure how else to put it.
I acted (badly) in plays, I sang some especially mediocre ‘specials’ with my sister in church. I performed about one thousand skits, many of which were not even a little bit funny. I did an entire season of Improv Duets with a partner that turned every single sketch into a rap session.
Right now I want to die that you even know that.
But there’s more. I once participated in a month long series of group mimes, most of which I never understood, all directed by a man who was certifiably insane.
Dear Lord, save me.
Then I came to my senses.
I gained a little something I like to call discretion.
At some point in my twenties, I discovered and pounced upon this proverb.
Even a fool is thought wise if he holds his tongue.
Wisdom has always been attractive to me, so if quiet = wise, or even the appearance of being wise, well, that seemed like a no-brainer to me.
Embracing the fact that God created me as an introvert has been one of the greatest gifts of becoming an adult. In great contrast to my adolescent attempts to command the attention of a room, it is now a rare occasion that I am the one talking when there are more than ten people gathered, and for the most part that has been a good thing. I would even say that it has been a gift.
Blogging has allowed me to use my long kept habit of journaling to meter my words out into the world in a way that I am way more comfortable with than public speaking, and that has also been a gift.
But something happened in the taming of the ridiculous performer I once was. In exchange for the quiet (and wisdom) that I so cherish, I lost the ability to be willing to be thought a fool. To laugh at myself. And more specifically, to take risks that involve being in front of people.
A few years ago, I started to do a little bit of yoga teacher training and I was caught off guard by how I had lost the ability to speak in front of people. I had been quiet for so long that it was like I had to re-train myself to hear my own voice.
It was super uncomfortable, like middle school speech class all over again.
I had to find that girl who didn’t mind riding an exercise bike in front of an audience as part of a comedy sketch. Where was she? I needed her. Or a more Zen form of her.
One of things Anne Lamott says about growth is this,
Put something on your calendar that you’re scared to do.
I love that. Just schedule it. Write it down in pen on your calendar and then you have to do it, right?
I’ve tried a few new things this year. A long walk in May. And another longer one coming up in September. Then there was that whole move to another country.
But also, I’m speaking in front of people again.
I’m going to lead some workshops this summer, at BlogStock next week and then again in September for Arkansas Women Bloggers. They will be touchy-feely Finding Your Bliss type workshops. So yeah, that should be fun.
I’m also going to speak about StoryLiving in Arkansas in September. What even is that? I hear you asking. Well, I’m not exactly sure yet, but I am going to find out. Because I am committed. I’m flying home to Arkansas courtesy of a wonderful sponsor, to talk about it. And to see old friends and meet new ones in a conference full of my favorite kind of people, Southern Women.
So there it is. I’m committed to something new. It’s on the calendar. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to make a fool of myself all over again.
As I get ready for my first season of leading workshops and I don’t feel quite ready, I’m reminded of something wonderful I heard Brene Brown say,
It is tempting to stand outside the arena your whole life and think I am going to go in there when I’m bullet-proof and perfect and kick some ass.
But then we’ll never go in and even if we did get to that point and go in, bullet proof and perfect is not want the audience wants or needs anyway.
Cheers to not being perfect, but showing up anyway!
Story shared from the following website: http://www.alisonchino.com/2014/08/03/a-story-about-trying-something-new/