I thought it was time you and I had a chat.
I suppose you’ve seen that I mentioned you in my 2009 mantra, “No Fear, Stay Proud“.
Yep, I wanted to get your attention. Hence, my little shot across the bow.
I know what it’s like when you get in my face. Our relationship goes all the way back when I was 5 years old, when I felt you close for the first time. I’m sure you remember – my swimming teacher was shoving my head underwater at the time.
Not a nice introduction. I still can’t swim because of you.
Then there were those times as a school kid where you got in the way while I was trying really hard to be accepted by my classmates. I still have this need that makes me say and do things that I later regret.
As a young adult, you were still quite the hanger-on, weren’t you? Especially with me and my buddies at the local dance halls. You kept me pinned to the bar rails, unless someone rescued me and made an introduction (or I was absolutely sure I’d get a “yes”).
In 1987 you gave me really rotten financial advice when the stock market went down on Black Monday. I sold everything when I just should have stuck it out.
You laughed so hard when I lost my job in the 90’s – yes, I did hear you. You rattled me for a little while but I somehow kept you at arms length and landed another job.
In the last 15 years we’ve continued to have our ups and downs – mostly ups, because I’m getting a little better at tuning you out.
I know how destructive you can be. I know how irrational you can make me. Reacting to things that don’t exist. Creating self-fulfilling negative prophecies.
You can paralyze me, and keep me from moving forward – the direction I really want to go.
Or you can make me think too far ahead, and not enjoy what I’m doing right now.
Now this isn’t to say I don’t like to have you around sometimes – I do. Like when I’m about to make a speech, or sing a song. You really know how to pump a guy up. Dare I say you can be better than a triple latte.
It’s just that I want you to be my friend on MY terms, not yours.
So I may have gone a little overboard by repeating “NO fear” ad nauseum, but you really can’t blame me, can you?
A little hyperbole can’t hurt you, right? 🙂
Thanks for your understanding, and I look forward to our next little chat.
Until then, don’t call me – I’ll call you.