I spend a lot of time with writers, both aspiring and accomplished. One behavior I see over and over with so many writers is self-doubt.
We doubt our ideas and doubt our words.
We doubt our melodies and our instruments.
We doubt our stories and our narrators.
We can doubt our clothes, our shoes, our cars, our homes, our yards, our neighbor’s yards and our neighbor’s dogs, if we have to.
If we could get paid to doubt, then some of us would be buying an island right about now.
The truth is that doubt is nothing more than a limiting belief. We keep ourselves comfortable by doubting. I would even say we think that questioning everything and betting on nothing keeps us from being disappointed.
It is spiral, and I know how doubt can take over quickly and fully. I’ve let it happen to myself plenty of times.
Doubting hinders dreaming.
I’m a dreamer. I drove into Nashville in 1997, looked at the cityscape and felt really, really small and insignificant. Still, for some unexplainable reason, I believed to my core that I was made for something that I was meant to find in the music business.
Through all the adventures, the highs and lows, the disappointments and the accomplishments, my core belief never wavered. I was supposed to write songs.
That’s one thing I still know for sure.
There is something about pursuing your dreams from a foundation of certainty that changes everything.
It’s the difference between shooting a photo of a beautiful landscape with your eyes closed and shooting that same landscape through the viewfinder. It can end up beautiful both ways, but you have a lot better chance at getting the shot you want with your eyes open.
This week I’m challenging you to reconnect with your inner dreamer. Identify that core belief—what’s the one thing you know about your creative self?
And once you’re clear about it, start taking beautiful pictures.
To the Adventure,