On Fear

“Do one thing every day that scares you,” said Eleanor Roosevelt.

That is one of the best advice I’ve heard. I have tried to do that, although inconsistently. Usually it’s something small and rather trivial. But practice does usually make perfect, and after awhile the fear dissipates and you realize there was nothing to be afraid of to begin with.

Not only that: fear can turn habitual. Because it’s easy. Because it’s convenient. Because it’s safe. Conversely, courage can be practiced, too. It’s more difficult, because there is accountability, unlike succumbing to fear. There is such a thing as debilitating fear, but that’s where taking small steps can help.

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”

Start small and, maybe, something trivial. Make it a habit. Eventually you won’t even think about it.

Two years ago, I quit a job of almost 14 years. It was a frightful decision. The few months following that decision, I had moments of doubt, as anyone would, I think. However, at some point, I realized I had stopped thinking “what if.” By then I had new tasks in front of me. By then I had jumped into something new. I was too busy paving the road in front to look at the receding path behind.

Now I can’t even imagined not making that decision. I had to. I needed to. Whether I’m better off financially or otherwise is a matter of perceptive, of course. All I know is I am not done with what I need to do now. Chances are I will probably be doing something new not too far into the distant. By then I won’t be looking back at right now either.