"Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live." - Dorothy Thompson
Since returning from San Diego Comic-Con, I have been deeply into one of my more inward-looking phases. I am working on a much longer written piece, to accompany an illustraton I have been slowly inking. I also have been focused on cleaning up the minor accumulation of "mess" in my office since earlier this year, and picked up where I left off last fall correcting my book-keeping.
My book-keeping is/was the last major obstacle standing in my way — while I am not really afraid of it, it had snowballed into quite an intimidating problem. The difference after being on ADHD medication for half of a year is incredible. This overwhelming task that has been dogging me for years, which I had put off time and time again due to honestly being unable to handle it — Sunday, I said, "It's time!" sat down, and bulldozed most of it within a few hours.
I really do not think it is possible to adequately explain to someone, who has not experienced it — how life-changing it is to do what you want to do, when you want to do it. To not be slave to your own thoughts and distractions like a puppet on a string, or constantly at battle with your own impulses.
In the spring of 2018, on one of my regular trips to the Goodwill, I found this jacket printed with butterflies. "This is important," I thought, like the mashed-potato-guy in Close Encounters. I have had a mild phobia of butterflies since I was a child, which is obviously ridiculous — what better reason then, to place myself into an uncomfortable predicament for your amusement? So, my friend Jon Heller and I set out to the Minnesota State Fair butterfly house, where I spent about half an hour among mostly Blue morpho butterflies.
Watch this episode: https://youtu.be/eEg5hZhVkRQ
I was chuffed at the number of compliments about my video-editing.
I love to sing. I have always loved to sing. When I was in grade school, I was considered "gifted" — breezed through classes, could draw, studied multiple musical instruments. When you say someone has a "thing" -- so-and-so likes basketball, so-and-so loves to ride horses, so-and-so excels at math -- I had a lot of "things." My younger siblings had many fewer "things" than I did, one of them being singing. This entitled my family to belittle my efforts at singing, openly and frequently enough, that eventually I developed a paralyzing fear of doing it at all. Singing became relegated to the safety of my vehicle, and a few suspect audio recordings on cassettes or shared from behind a computer screen. Thus it was something of a Big Deal when I managed to first record a video of myself singing in 2016. It would take two more years, in late 2018, before I became daring enough to belt it out. And it would take another year after that, and one aborted attempt, before I participated in karaoke.
And it took me more than an hour before I finally stepped up.
Watch this video: https://www.facebook.com/jinwicked/videos/t.713195346/10163442020750347/?type=2&video_source=user_video_tab
I share this not because I believe it is good, but because it does not have to be. This is not about the simple act of singing, but about having the courage to follow your heart's joy and be true to yourself, even in the face of fear and potential judgement. I believe that embracing one's faults and imperfections is essential to the growth process. It is a core component of happiness, and of human wholeness. If you are "never wrong," you will never be right.
Some people make fun of me for my videos, but that is okay.
"I am one of the only people I know," I told my therapist, "who regularly puts themselves into situations where I know I will have to confront my fears and weaknesses." "I think there is an admirable quality to that," she replied.
There are, of course, people I have feared at times in my life, beginning with my parents. I think, on reflection, that an unconscious desire to confront and resolve those fears was part of what drove me to revisit the relationships of my past starting in 2014. I needed answers from the people who have hurt me. I needed to understand why. But once you have stepped through this Matrix and can see the fear and insecurity at the root of hurtful behaviours, it becomes almost impossible to not have compassion, even when compassion is probably undeserved. Perhaps especially when it is undeserved.
The world is changing and we need now, more than ever, to become greater than fear; to rise above fear, and make a conscious effort to understand each other. If we cannot work together, then there is no hope for the future.
I encourage you to step a little outside your comfort zone today.