I don’t know about others.
I only know my life.
I know why I’m scared to go after my dreams.
No one enjoys being harassed by bill collectors. (Do they?)
No one wants it to take a long time to get there. (It takes time.)
I know my father raised me to believe that once I got a good job, don’t ever. EVER! leave it unless you are fired. Double-down on that if the position has excellent benefits. Didn’t matter if your boss was cruel or the company was corrupt or whatever. You just didn’t leave a job. Period. End of Story.
When I began pursuing my dream of becoming a public speaker, I never seriously considered doing it full-time. Afterall, we have a daughter in university. And, we need to save more for retirement, and fighting that tape in my head that ‘it’s never gonna happen anyhow.’
I’ve learned that the fear won’t stop me from pursuing the possibility. I pretend that the anxiety I feel is standing in the corner across the room from me. I wave at it. I speak to it. I tell it, I see you over there. Standing in my space. But I’m still here and so are you. I’m just going to keep going. You can just stand there and watch.
So I acknowledge the fear. Accept that getting to where I think I want to go is going to take time. I read about, listen to, speak to other speakers. Learn from them.
Most importantly, I look back. I measure just how far I’ve come since 2006—an afternoon when I stood in a conference room after an IAAP certification study session and confided my dream to my friend, Pat.
All my life I’ve known I’m supposed to share stories. I just wasn’t sure whether it was supposed to be through writing, singing, or speaking. And, that day after the study session, I knew. I knew I was supposed to tell those stories out loud. In September 2018, I am headed to Johannesburg, South Africa to relate my experiences as a career administrative professional at Executive Secretary LIVE. Who knew?!
When we can take a look back and see how far we’ve come, that dream pursuit is not quite as scary.