In all honesty, I think this is the best place to start. With the truth. With reality.
This blog was all inspiration and excitement, until it came time to sit down and write. And then, my old friend, Shame arrived. Shame is not just a feeling. Shame is alive and real. I’ve described him as an evil hawk-like creature that lives on my shoulder. When he wants to make his presence known (which is often), he digs his talons into my shoulders and whispers into my ear.
Here is what he’s saying today as he digs those monstrous and painful talons into me:
What a stupid idea. What a stupid name. You’ll never keep this up. It’s already been done. And done better.
He’s a real dick. And in all honesty, I don’t think he’s ever going to go away. But he does get less powerful when I call him out. When I say “Oh, hey there. You’re talking. Are you done yet? Cool, thanks.”
I am going to give voice to Shame in this blog whenever I can.
I think it’s important that we talk about what Shame is telling us, so we know we’re not the only ones he talks to. And we know that he doesn’t have the power to stop us.