It’s Time to Face the Groundhog of Fear
As I’ve been telling you, you and I are going to change your life. Hopefully, you’re up to speed on this, because we’ll be a lot more effective in changing your life completely if you know what’s going on.
Last time, we talked about what you deserve. But once you get the inkling about what you deserve, there’s still a number of things that can stand in the way of getting that pile of deserving. Before you start going around pointing and blaming possible things that stand in your way, the biggest road block is not one you can shake a finger at. That’s right, it’s fear.
Folks, fear is probably the most worthless of all feelings. Sure, it’s valuable when you’re being chased by a saber-tooth tiger who is hell bent on devouring you whole. But, I don’t know if you noticed, but there ain’t many saber-tooth tigers around anymore. The problem is, we have this whole whack of feelings that we evolved as a necessity for survival, but more than likely, we find most of our survival needs easily met. Since there’s no saber-tooth tigers to pin our fear on, we pin it on whether or not there’s enough milk left for our cereal, or the possibility that we’re going to have a bad haircut.
When we want to change something, fear pops up like a pesky groundhog. Instead of flushing out that groundhog immediately, we often sulk and abandon our nice manicured lawn to the fear. Worse yet, our fear can be so powerful that we begin to justify its existence. “Oh, I don’t think a manicured lawn was really for me,” you say, or “Maybe groundhogs are just a sign for me to live in a basement.” In other words, you think that you and the fear have to find common ground.
Let’s shoot that idea right in the face. It’s time to see that fear is out to destroy every ounce of ground you’ve gained, not because it is evil, but because its little walnet-size brain doesn’t know whose ground it’s messing with. If you want to coddle and nurse the fear, that’s fine. You could even help it by going out there with a shovel and digging your own holes.
I know, destroying fear is scary. You look out and see these long, giant mounds of upturned dirt, and it might seem like there’s some kind of giant snake living in the ground you want to gain back. But no, it’s just a stupid little furry thing. Kill it. Kill it until it’s dead.
Or, if you want to be nicer to a little destructive furry thing, then trap it and move it to where it can’t be so pesky. After all, you might come across a bear one day, and you’ll need to defend yourself with your little furry bundle of fear.
What’s that? A groundhog isn’t much good in an encounter with a bear? Oh, well, I guess it’s best to let it go then. After all, if you want to change your life, then carrying around a groundhog in a cage doesn’t really make a lot of sense.
Just My Thoughts,