orgwide detailed label joomlaIt is a funny thing, this thing we call fear.

Be afraid. Be very afraid ... of the things you can see or hear or imagine because, after all, they're real enough (like clowns).

In so doing so you just might prevent some of the bad things out there from getting you (like clowns).

And in so doing you will also most certainly limit your real potential, squander your gifts, and deny yourself the opportunity to grow. Perhaps the most frighteningly tragic outcome of living a life shaped by fears would be to discover in our later years we had lived a life defined by what we tried to avoid instead of our aspirations. That, my friends, would be both spooky and sad, albeit potentially clown-free.

Here's something scary to ponder as you feast on that bowl of Bite Sized Twix: Fear limits us and not always in a good way. It's my experience that the limited-by-my fears condition is particularly troublesome when it comes to "job" and work stuff.

I suppose it's not too hard to understand. After all, if you could listen carefully and long enough to a wide variety of workplace conversations, I suspect you'd hear something akin to an episode of Tales From the Cube, and, rightfully conclude the workplace is an unholy coven of nefarious forces (seen and unseen) poised like shape shifting gargoyles preparing to eat your face while taking credit for the killer report you authored. (Burn, you credit-taking cube monster! Burn!)

The real question is this: Do you even know what you're afraid of? The other question is this: How do you explain the fact that you are the only one that perceives a "slight trace" of smoldering sulfur in the conference room?

Knowing you as I do, I recognize that most of you are action-oriented and think pondering is for weenies and retired folk, so let's turn this into an actionable endeavor.

  • Actionable Endeavor, Step 1: Contemplate and document your fears. Write 'em down. Spell them out. Give them names and faces, if you're so inclined.
  • Actionable Endeavor, Step 2: Appreciate them for what they are and consider how you came to have them.

I'd be willing to bet that many of the fears you list will meet the criteria my recently deceased – and now "undead" – unicorn, Chet, taught me long ago: Fear is usually best described as an acronym for False Evidence Appears Real. In other words, it is imagined and/or likely exaggerated beyond recognition.

And if Chet, my zombie unicorn, were here, he would ask you: What would you do differently if you concluded that some (maybe even many) of your fears were unfounded or no longer within the realm of the highly probable or likely? More importantly, who would you become and what might you accomplish?

And then, all of a sudden, just when you're starting to grasp the fact that you are in the midst of some strange Socratic interrogatory with a zombie unicorn, Chet states rather emphatically, "Get control of yourself and please ask that nice clown to pass the Reese's Cups this way."

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