You see many times we struggle with things that just don’t make sense. I struggle with writing a book…like a complete book. As far back as I can remember I have always wanted to write a book. I have owned countless blogs – well maybe like 5 at this point and written on an almost daily basis. Kind people like you read some of the literal sh*t that I actually write…thank you!
In essence I am already a writer…so to speak. In what capacity is another kettle of fish. I write like 3 chapters and abandon stuff. It’s not the experiences I don’t have, maybe I just need to work on my discipline. I have a rich chest of experiences to write from- at 35 I have lived in like 5 or so countries, visited possibly about 30.
Been in many Good and bad relationships and one or two downright horrid ones. I have made money that I had very little business making when I made it, and I have equally lost tons of it through investment decisions that were not fully thought out. I have worked and lived in war zones, slept in brand new spanking hotels- abandoning my own residence which was a hotel at the time.
Oh let’s not forget the time I got arrested in Malaysia or the time I jumped out ot a bathroom window in Thailand stories for many other days. Or the time I barhopped so bad in Istanbul with a bunch or random Americans who we were all staying in the same hotel in Taksim square and how we road the metro like looneys. Or the day I had a backpack full of money- well clothes were mixed in with the $1million I was carrying from Arifjan in Kuwait to Basra Iraq and the shinook helicopter I was flying in was getting shot at and the idiot next to me vomited on me and I had to hold him up by his bullet proof vest so he wouldn’t choke on his vomit and die mid air for one whole hour! Or when we went and stole sugarcane from a farm in my moms village in Jamaica and they caught us? Oh yes and I walked through Saddams presidential palaces-numerous ones and have seen opulence
I have the material to write a book, I don’t doubt it, but is it a fear of overexposure that is holding me back? Maybe its that no one will buy the book!
I want to tell you this morning that fear is the killer of joy, fear is the killer of mobility, fear is a big killer or success. Fear and failure are beast friends….i am sitting here just in awe of what I can do with what I already have and I have done nothing with it.
What’s your story? What do you struggle with?
Happy Monday I wish you a fearless weak ahead.