Inspired by a phrase in my previous post “I Interviewed Naked” which seems to be making the rounds this week, I am not the original thinker-upper of the phrase “Fear is a liar.”
Why is this phrase making the LinkedIn rounds this week? Probably because many, if not all of us, struggle with fear at some point (or every day). You are not immune, human.
(Clarification: we are not speaking about the natural don’t-burn-your-hand-on-the-stove kind of fear.)
This can also be an intensely spiritual conversation, one which we are not going to delve into today. Thank God. Oh wait…I just said…nevermind.
So let’s keep this simple, shall we?
Fear is a liar.
Fear is not a lie.
What is the difference?
How do I know this?
“You’re not good enough.” “You’re never going to get that job.” “If you don’t make enough money, you’re not going to be able to pay your bills. Then you’ll lose your house. And your car. And your family.” “They found a spot on your lung. It’s cancer. You’re going to die.”
Any of that ring a bell? Don’t leave me hanging out here in outer space, people.
The dark whispers. (If they are audible, maybe you should do a LinkedIn Boolean string search for a good doctor in your area and send a connection request). But in your mind. Until they crescendo into such a deafening roar of crashing black waves that pound your limp body over and over into the rocks, finally leaving you paralyzed on the shore of inaction by…nothing more than a thought.
The solution is simple but not easy. Takes diligence and time. I’ll let you know when I’ve reached perfection.
We must become diligent about thinking about what we are thinking about.
Sounds so corny, doesn’t it? It is.
If fear is a liar which is speaking lies, then we attack the thoughts that are lies with the exact opposite. Which would then be truth. It really doesn’t matter if we BELIEVE it or not. It would only stand to reason that we would then be free from the bonds of fear.
Attack the lie with the truth.
I am qualified. I am a good writer. I’m a good mother. I am funny. I am lovable. I am healthy. I care about people and they care about me. I have a corny sense of humor and care not one iota. I can use the word “corny” three times in one post and still win.
And I am a millionaire.
(I’ll let you know when that last one happens, shh…)
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