I used my fancy task app to remind me that my blog entry was due.Thursday came and went and no entry was written. I thought of an array of topics but didn’t write. There is a good amount of technology at my disposal; smartphone, laptop, tablet for writing. There’s even pen and paper! (remember that?). My blame-everything-on-everyone-else ego decided I had barriers: social commitments, chores, fatigue and personal plans intefered with writing and posting for my blog.
The truth is that doubt entered. I’ve imagined a story of success in multiple areas of my life. This blog is destined to be my arena to share my thoughts. Success will be measured by the grin on my face and the satisfaction I will feel.
My vision of success is much like a stage play: the house lights dim and the stage lights softly glow. At center stage is me sitting on a stylish couch. I have a journal sitting on my lap and I am writing with a feverish pace. Dramatically I put a period at the end of the last sentence and in a breathy sigh I whisper, “There. It is finished.”
I stand to gaze through a large window. As I look through the window with a satisfied smile on my face, the audience sees a shadowy figure entering from stage left. Not as cartoony as the villains with a cape and not as scary as the villains in horror movies, but a figure who is jut as frightening.
The character reaches my ear. I don’t run, but I am afraid. I know the figure wants to hurt me but I’m curious to hear what it wants to tell me.
It whispers…”You can’t do this. You haven’t even told that many people that you have a blog. You don’t know what you’re trying to do with this. The whole thing is a waste. You should be doing something else. Time is money and this is a waste of time and money.”
I look at the figure and I still don’t run. I take in everything it says to me and I agree.