I have no idea how to run a successful blog.
Here’s something else I had no idea how to do … hit a baseball.
But, after a number of years of practice, I got pretty good at it (*not so humble brag*).
I know what you’re thinking … “What do you want? A cookie? You learned how to hit a baseball, dude. My six year old cousin can hit a baseball!!! What the hell does that have to do with me or running a successful blog?!”
The answer is: almost nothing … almost.
I vividly remember the beginning stages of trying to hit a hurtling sphere with a cylindrical tube … it was ugly.
The whole time, I thought: “Is this damn thing gonna hit me in the head? Why can’t I make contact? Do I look like an idiot right now? Am I bringing dishonor to my whole family with these shameful attempts at a swing? I hope my parents still love me after this performance.”
Welcome to my eight year old mind. The funny thing is that my 24 year old mind isn’t much different.
“Why should anyone listen to what I think? Who the hell am I to write articles? What if all these ideas I have are actually stupid?” And my personal favorite, “Do I look like an idiot right now?”
Every time I try to learn something new, these same old fears come up. That little voice in my head thinks I’m a buffoon. It’s hard not to listen to his opinion.
But I remember. I learned how to hit a baseball. I learned how to keep my eye on the ball … how to use my whole body to generate power … how to hit a fast-moving sphere with a skinny cylindrical tube.
And when I did, all the fear left … all that stayed was the satisfaction of a skill.
Next time you’re trying something and your little voice starts asking, “Do I look like an idiot right now?” Keep going, and remember …
There was a time when Einstein knew nothing about physics … when Shakira knew nothing about the truthfulness of her hips … when Maya Angelou knew nothing about poetry … and when I brought shame to my whole family in a North Little League batting cage.
Think of all the great things the world would miss out on if these people would have let their fears stop them.
Think of all the great things the world will miss out on if you let your fears stop you.
Action Step: When is the last time your fears stopped you from doing something? Did you move past them and keep going? Why or why not? Let me know here, reply to this post, or shoot me a message over on Facebook. I’d love to hear who else is worried about looking like an idiot.