What Would You Do If You Weren’t Afraid?

     

    Jump out of a plane?

    Jump out of a plane?

     

    Climb a mountain?

    Climb a mountain?

     

    Write a book?

    Write a book?

     

    Start a business?

    Start a business?

     

    Dream again?

    Dream again?

     

    Move?

    Move?

     

    Love and be loved?

    Love and be loved?

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    Dana B - July 17, 2013 - 8:30 am

    Love these! :)

    Tana Bevan - July 17, 2013 - 8:52 am

    So glad! They were fun to doodle. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

    Jamie@SouthMainMuse - July 18, 2013 - 6:35 am

    Love your drawing. What would I do if not afraid? Well, I certainly wouldn’t be jumping out of any airplane. But I would devote serious time to finishing a first draft of this novel bouncing around in my head. I guess I’m afraid of using so much time and creative energy on something that maybe amount to a stack of 330 pages that three people read. But I know that it’s something I’m going to regret if I don’t do.

    Tana Bevan - July 18, 2013 - 8:57 am

    Welcome Jamie. Fear is a gnarly thing, especially when we don’t know how much is “real” and how much is our collective vivid imaginations.

    The story that’s in you really wants to see the light of day. You say you’re concerned about investing the time and effort, without (ostensibly) knowing the outcome of how many might actually read your work. Here’s the thing. Whether you write your novel or not, time’s going to pass. So you might as well write. Otherwise you’ll always wonder, “what woulda/coulda/mighta happened.” (In my experience, as one who’s done that all too often, it’s far easier to just do the thing than avoid it.)

    By writing your novel, you’ll be amazed at where the process takes you. In the end, you’ll know. And that is often worth its weight in gold.

    Fingers crossed you choose to allow yourself to write. I’m rootin’ for you! Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing.

    Tammy - July 18, 2013 - 1:17 pm

    LOVE, love these doodles! The honest truth is I don’t spend a lot of time being afraid. Or maybe the better truth is that I’m so familiar with fear that it doesn’t stop me in the least. We are old friends, and although I have denied it, overcome it and conquered it from time to time, it never really leaves. Which is why it never stops me from anything. A blessing and a curse. This is an awesome post, Ms. Tana!

    Tana Bevan - July 18, 2013 - 2:41 pm

    Tammy — It’s wonderful you’ve found a way to keep moving forward regardless of the fear. Gives hope to those of us wasting our energy fighting the fear every step of the way. (By the way, have you ever parachuted from a plane? I’ve seen videos & it looks amazing! The closest I came to that was a hot air balloon.)

    Though there are moments, more like flashes of moments really, a glimpse if you will, when I’ve truly let go … of the fear, the worry, the anger, even the joy, and the hope. I just am. It’s a wonderful state of being, which I wish on everyone.

    Thank you for your kind words. Compliments are graciously accepted and appreciated.

    Kitt Crescendo - July 25, 2013 - 9:52 pm

    Love this! So inspiring…and true. The simple art work just gives the message an extra punch!

    Tana Bevan - July 25, 2013 - 10:31 pm

    Kitt — Thank you for stopping by and commenting. (Appreciate the compliments! *smiles*) The doodles were fun. The one jumping out of the airplane in particular.

    I was mesmerized the first time I watched a video of a woman jumping out of a plane. She’d done it because she was afraid of heights, and tired of her fear. To date, no jumping out of airplanes for me. (However, I did once get to 4,000 feet in a hot air balloon.)

    Is there anything in particular you’d do if you weren’t afraid?