“Courage.” What comes to mind for you?
Give it voice, roll it sensuously around your tongue like chocolate, state it out loud to your nearest neighbour.
What do you picture?
Is your mind’s eye enmeshed in daring, audacious, boldness, characterised by confident swagger? By business conquests, sporting victories, competitive persistence?
Or something smaller and quieter?
Courage spoke up last week in a small, quiet paragraph commenting on Fake it ’til you make it. Or not.
It said, “I’ve felt like that for twenty five years.” The author is bold and successful, envied by many. And brave. You know who you are, thank you.
To know you’re wrestling with demons is insight, to wrestle yet embrace them as part of your Self, is courage.
But, stuffing your demons in your case, bouncing them shut with your bum makes them cross. So cross they’ll be sure to explode at the most inopportune, unexpected time. En route to the destination of your dreams your embarrassing demons will ricochet back to the watching world.
So if you, like me, are tired of carting your overstuffed suitcase of demons, stop.
Just slowly stop, take a breath, unpack and take a long hard look inside the lid. What do you see? Fear, Angst, Platitude, Insecurity, Abandonment, Worthlessness, Sadness, Doubt, Loneliness?
Congratulations, you took step one. Now take your demon and its friends if it has some, by the hand, name it and give it a hug. It wont bite. And just like you would a small, sad child, hug it close, tell it you hear its voice and set it gently on its feet.
Your courage in meeting and embracing your demons will release you.
You’ve got this.