9 minutes.
9 minutes of silliness in front of a bunch of strangers and a few friends in a pub here in Portlandia.
Joking about being a dad, therapy, online dating, sex.
Over way too fast (oooh, there’s another joke there) but an exercise in facing my fears and re-writing a narrative that had been a millstone around my neck.
9 minutes but years in the making and overcoming.
Overcoming the belief that I never finish and follow through on things.
Of being that typical Enneagram 7 that keeps talking about what cool, fun, and awesome thing I’m going to do.
It wasn’t the fear of failure in the eyes of others that was the hardest to overcome. (it’s a room full of strangers, I don’t have to come back)
It was the fear of failure in my own eyes.
The fear of yet another false start and stop.
Another broken promise to myself.
Another rep of building the muscle memory of starting and quitting.
Another dream that my wife has gotten used to rolling her eyes about, to humor me with listening and a “That sounds nice, honey.”
I tell my clients, family, and friends to be brave, all the time, every day 9 minutes and I did it.
More on what it was like on an upcoming podcast episode.
What have you been dreaming about doing for years that you need to be brave and finally do it this year?
