Earlier today I ran into my friend Action Jackson. We chatted for a while which was nice because i haven’t seen him in a while and then came the substantial Q&A session:
Action: What are you going to do? You can’t keep waitressing forever - that’s not a career
Me: Well, technically it is a career, but no, it’s not what i want to do forever.
Action: What are you thinking about? What direction are you going in?
Me: Right now?
I should have said “be a writer” but I didn’t. I copped to paying bills and existing and figuring out who i am as an adult but I couldn’t admit that I’m a writer. I haven’t admitted that to anyone yet because the truth is that I’m afraid that i am going to fail.
This fear brings two thoughts to the front of my brain:
More people fail at being a writer than succeed.
I try not to keep this one close to my heart but I can’t seem to get rid of it. The first step i’ve taken is to outline my specific writing goals so that I can work towards accomplishing something specific instead of a vague unreachable(and terrifying) goal. I haven’t defeated it yet. I am also battling it with the certainty that if i don’t try i won’t have any chance to succeed.
Doing the Unrealistic is Easier Than Doing the Realistic
This one I’ve picked up from the Tim Ferris’s blog, here’s his explanation:
It’s lonely at the top. 99% of the world is convinced they are incapable of achieving great things, so they aim for the mediocre middle-ground. The level of competition is thus fiercest for “realistic” goals, paradoxically making them the most time- and energy-consuming.
If you are insecure, guess what? The rest of the world is too. Do not overestimate the competition and underestimate yourself. You are better than you think.
Makes sense right? So then by that thought I have a better chance of becoming a top freelancer or a NYT Bestseller than a midlevel writer in local publications - because everyone is afraid to query the glossies.
Admitting Makes it Easier
Writing this here makes me see how silly this fear really is. Thinking of all the beginnings and almost beginnings I’ve played with helps me see that it is this fear that stops me from reaching the middle and end.