Musings on a Comment
Sorry neighbour, but this one is about me, me, me.
In the final assignment from last week’s blogging101 course, we have been encouraged to blog further on a particular comment left as part of a previous exercise. In that exercise, we chose four+ blogs which we had not previously visited and left a comment.
Such evocative photos of yarn. I have never mastered any form of knitting, but your call to action has me reaching for the sewing box….
And that summed me up. Or at least where I am at the moment, recently.
I hear a call to action…
and I reach…
I might even grasp…
And start to…
… but rarely complete.
When it happens, I might beat myself up (not literally) about yet another unfinished project – sometimes not even started.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
And then I mulled over whether this is a recent trait or something more ingrained in my character. And why might this be. The above proverb has been interpreted in a number of ways, but I think that you can see how I’m reading it.
This blog might seem a little self centred when it started with a reference to another blogger, but this is where my train of thought took me, and given that I at least want to complete this post, I’m sticking with it.
So, back to non-completion. Why? It could be any one of the following:
- Lack of real intention
- Too many commitments
- Lack of skills or resources to complete the task
I don’t think that I suffer from a lack of real intention. Previously I was occasionally be guilty of the false acceptance of an invitation that I didn’t really want. I’ve just about given this up and learnt to say “No”.
Procrastination. I hope you don’t mind if we come back to that later. No really.
I do sometimes lack the skills or resources to progress sometimes. And I’m too bloody independent for my own good. I just do not like asking for help. That’s a whole topic in itself. But this blogging101 project has made me have to ask questions. Small steps, small steps.
Very few people would call me lazy, but I do feel that I don’t quite reach my full potential. Is that a form of laziness? Perhaps.
Which brings me round to…
Ah yes, fear, my old friend. Fear has “guided” me on many occasions. The reunion invite I accepted, but I was too scared to attend because I worried that I wouldn’t live up to the achievements of others. The geocaching social gatherings that I am too scared to attend alone. The walk up the hill that I didn’t undertake in case it started raining. The unanswered question in the staff briefing because I thought everyone else would know and I would look like an idiot, or worse still an idiot who had not paid attention earlier.
And yet, I’ve stood up, played and sung my own words in front of that most critical audience, my peers. I’ve asked the question that everyone else wanted to hear the answer to, but were too afraid to ask themselves. I do talk to strangers, actually that’s a cheat because quite often you won’t see them again so you won’t have to know what they think of you. And at the last reunion invitation which I accepted, people found me and my life interesting (I was quite surprised!).
And yet, I’m always scared to be judged. Even if it means approval.
And of course, fear drives procrastination, if procrastination can be driven!
So what now? Is it all about fear? Fear of being judged? Fear of failure? Fear of what others will think?
A fellow blogger has written a post, “four kinds of people on earth” , where he suggests that the most common type of person is the coward. Well at least I’m not alone!
Yours, going back behind the sofa for a while,