I spent a minute or two (or six hundred and forty seven) this past bit watching the Olympics.
A thought about Bode Miller's fantastic comeback to win Bronze, Silver and Gold medals....
Last Olympics, Bode entered as a favorite to win. He had all the numbers, all the skill, all the potential when he came to Torino.
But he made some bad choices (in my personal and never-to-be-humble opinion).
He was dq'd, spoke about skiing drunk, and seemed to have a disregard for the commitment required of these athletes.
I think he was afraid.
Yes, afraid of failure.
By staying out late, raising one too many glasses, acting as if it didn't matter --
then who cared if he lost?
he certainly didn't (or maybe he just wanted to appear that way...where are our psych majors out there???)
How much more painful it would be to put your dream on the line and fail.
What does this have to do with us, writing, life??
I'll tell you. Everything.
Sometimes our greatest fear is stepping up to our dreams and falling short.
So, we act as if we really don't care.
We avoid even the potential of failing. Lucky for Bode, he got smart.
Lucky for him, there was another Olympics 4 years later and he got a was given a second chance at his dreams.
I imagine each of us as if we are training for our own personal Olympics, whatever that may be.
Will we spend the night in the pub avoiding that pressing and consuming fear of failure?
Or will we rise to the occasion, put in the hours and face the challenge head on?
Personally, I can't wait to throw roses at your feet when you step onto that medal podium.
Questions: Have you ever felt this way? How do you overcome that fear? Are you loving the Olympics?