Two weeks ago, I was driving to meet Kelly at Lululemon to provide some enabling shopping advice. On my way, I got an email from Catherine Just. I have followed her for a while. I am enrolled in her group offering for May. I think the work she does is beautiful. Anyway, I’m sitting at a red light and I get an email.
She’s opening up 30 minute consultation spots. First come, first served. Without even thinking, I take my next right. I sit in the parking lot of Thai Orchid (Hi Toa!) and fill out the info. I snagged a spot. And I was so so excited. I have so much swimming around in my head. So much of the time, I go back and forth quickly between feeling incredibly blessed and incredibly overwhelmed. I was so looking forward to talking to her about me and my journey. Where I am emotionally, professionally, all of that stuff.
I wrote the info down in my calendar and kinda forgot about it.
I have this call in a little more than three hours. And I almost sent an email to cancel.
Why? I’m sure what I have to say isn’t interesting. I’m sure she can’t help me. I’m sure I’m just a whiny, self-absorbed person who has plenty of time to get everything done if I just dig my heels in. I think there’s something wrong with me if I don’t have all the answers myself. I need to be more self-sufficient.
I sat with my lunch and thought all of these things. I let fear take over. I let fear tell me that I didn’t deserve this call. I let fear tell me that somehow I didn’t deserve to take time out of my day to talk about myself to someone that can help me.
So basically, I let fear tell me that I don’t deserve the same service that I give others on a daily basis. A service that I am building and growing and immersing myself in. A service that I am hoping to create a career from.
I went to her website, hoping that just maybe I’d get some clue as to what I should do.
“Shift your perception and let go of limiting beliefs. It’s time to own your greatness.”
Okay. I heard that loud and clear.
So I’ll call her at my allotted time. And I’ll be nervous. And I’ll be afraid that I’ll spurt sentence fragments and set things on fire. I’ll be afraid she’s judging me, even though I know she isn’t. I’ll be afraid that I won’t have anything to say, even though I know the floodgates are gonna be opened up on her (poor soul).
I’ll be afraid, but I’ll do it anyway.
That’s not all I’m doing today that scares me:
I registered for a marathon today. I will be training with two of my best girls (maybe more). I am so looking forward to it, but I am also terrified. TERRIFED.
I amended the offering for #myMay. I added two email consults to the resources-only option. I just felt like I needed to be more involved than just letting participants go. I don’t know how it looks to change just two days before launch (and that “resouce only” is no longer “only” resources), but oh well. I am so very very excited about this offering. And I just want to make sure that I am truly giving my all. I’m afraid it won’t be liked or well-received. But, you know what? I’m putting it out there. I’m depending on the words of those who have worked my challenges before and believing that my work has value. (Click here if you want more info.)
I’m afraid of a lot of things right now, friends. But I’m putting my head down and taking the steps. Because without fear, I won’t accomplish great things. Right?