One of my dearest friends from university has said many times "one day I'm going to be famous" and today I got the great news that she is well on her way to doing that (and not in a scandalous way). I couldn't have been happier for her. This is something that she has desired for quite some time and has worked towards as well. Her mission being fulfilled slowly before her but visibly has made me wonder why am I afraid to live my dreams?
I can't say I'm a genius...actually I will say I'm NOT a genius, I'm just a lady with an opinion. Some times my opinion makes sense and other times it doesn't. Through out my years I have had wonderful dreams and aspirations that I have wanted to achieve but for some reason I never seem to get there. Having my friend, who is younger than me, see an opportunity, take a risk and get through should inspire me to take the bull by the horns and go for it. But I'm not. I'm no longer striving for excellence or greatness. I'm becoming more and more content with barely getting by. A part of me wants to be that highly self-motivated person but as if that desire is a lot weaker than me being satisfied with what I'm not really doing.
How do I get back in that position of yes I can, yes I can, yes I WILL!? I give motivational pep talks to all my dearest friends but I cannot take my own advice or even take theirs and let go of comfort and take risks. I have this master plan which is bound to be breath taking when you think about it, but somehow I'm not behind it wholeheartedly. Something is wrong here, if I can create this and not have the desire to see it through to the end, blood, sweat and tears. What am I afraid of? What really am I afraid of?
I do apologize if this post is a bit all over the place, and if I've asked the same question 20 times. I'm going to try to do a reflection and get to the root of this, find a way to motivate myself and get off my bum.
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