2 Magic Words to Cure Idea Overload

17 Dec

Posted by Angie as Inspiration, Mindset, Motivation, Personal Growth

Ideas… I’ve got hundreds of them.

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They do me a lot of good, sitting in the countless notebooks, taking up space, reminding me what I didn’t start or what may have been.

The interesting thing about idea overload is that the longer you hoard your ideas, the more you’ll see them come to fruition with someone else reaping the rewards.

What stopped me?

Mainly fear.

Fear of failing.

Fear of succeeding and then what?

Fear of looking stupid.

Fear of being made fun of.

Fear of who I am.

Fear of showing who I am.

Fear of _______________ (you name it; I’ve been scared of it.)

I’ve lived my entire life in fear. Fear of everything. I’m getting too flippin’ old for that, so I decided to make a drastic change. A change that will lead my life in a very different direction.

I’ve learned to embrace two simple words:

So what?

So what if someone doesn’t like what I write? (There will always be someone)

So what if I try something and it fails? (Then I try something different)

So what if I look stupid? (Who am I trying to impress anyway?)

So what if someone makes fun of me? (I’m not in grade school anymore)

So what if I fall flat on my face? (Then I get back up and try something else)

So what if an idea takes off and my whole life changes? (Then I roll with it)

What if Scott Ginsberg took off his name tag? (yes, you should go check him out – he’s amazing!)

What if Gary Vaynerchuk never broadcast his first wine video? We wouldn’t have Crush It!, which is a fantastic book, btw… (I’m bummed I’m missing his book signing tonight because I’ve got the flu… I SO wanted to see him in person!) But I can’t see him today…so what? (gotta keep with the theme, yanno…)

Nike had it right with their slogan, Just Do It!

By not taking action on my ideas, I’ve essentially created a form of what I don’t want.

I’ve failed at creating a better life for myself.

I’ve succeeded at playing it safe.

I’ve hidden behind a mask of mediocrity.

I’ve traded living for merely existing.

I’ve tolerated instead of embracing.

I’ve stifled my creativity, which was a gift from God.

And what has it gotten me?

Struggle.

Money problems.

Worry.