If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough.
That’s what I need to hear today.
When I gently suggested to my Muse in my Morning Pages that maybe it was time to up the daily story word count target from 2000 words to 3000 words, she ran and hid and won’t come out. That idea frightened her silly. Hopefully I can coax her out so we at least get the 2000 today.
But big dreams are scary.
Getting published and putting my writing out there is scary. Opening myself up to being judged is scary. Getting rejected again is scary. Getting bad reviews is scary. Letting people open a door into my mind and see what’s inside is scary.
The fear is the price I have to pay if I want to write full time.
I need to gently push myself. I need to trust that I’ll be supported. I’m doing what I feel guided to do, so the support will be there.
I need to be scared by those terrifyingly big dreams. If I’m not scared, I’m settling for less than I could achieve.
Then I need to do the work.