The Gift Inside My Fear

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First days of being out on my own.

I knew within a week that I had made a mistake. I had left a position at the radio station where I worked, to take a position in their sales department. Lured by rumors of high sales commissions, I had rationalized the change by telling myself I could use some sales and business experience, to add to my growing body of creative experience as a voiceover artist and recording engineer.

I hated it. I hated the pressure of meeting quotas, and morning “rah-rah” sales meetings, but put on a good face for a year, when one morning I woke up and realized I couldn’t tolerate one more day. So I turned in my resignation and drove home in tears of relief and fear.

I was terrified. How would I support myself? I was 28 years old, unmarried, with a mortgage to pay and a cat to feed, and in desperation, I decided to try meditation as a defense against the persistent voices in my head that told me I had really screwed it up this time.

I got a book that suggested I lay down so my spine would be straight (the better for the energies to flow?) and empty my head of thoughts. Thoughts like, “Am I doing this right? What about now? Oh darn, there goes another thought.” I stuck with it, though, and a funny thing happened. I began to hear another quiet voice, one that encouraged me to relax, that everything would work out just fine. At first I was skeptical. Could I trust it? The feeling of reassurance was so consistent, however, that I thought, “Why not?” and listened closely.

That quiet voice inspired me to reach out to people I knew in the broadcast production industry, and the timing was magical. Within weeks I had a steady gig doing both on-camera work and training as a production assistant. Thirty years later, I have found success in the marketing, advertising, and film industries.

I needed that voice again a decade later, when I knew I needed to end my first marriage, but was afraid of being out on my own. How would I support myself? As before, I had known for a year that our relationship had gradually become disconnected, and my resentment and sadness had become a too-familiar companion. “Have I failed?” I wondered. I was afraid that leaving my husband would confirm my deepest fears about myself—that I was unlovable unless I was perfect.

I struggled for months, hoping a miracle would happen and we would again be happy. But nothing changed. One day, I woke up and my fear of what I would become if I stayed was greater than my fear of what I would face if I left. I was terrified, and yet, I knew this time to listen for the encouraging voice inside me. That voice guided me to find a therapist and work through my resentment, and that going to dinner alone wouldn’t kill me, but open me up to interesting conversations with new people. A small client expectedly expanded into a big one, and my fears of not being able to provide for myself gradually eased. I learned to count on a steady stream of abundance that I worked hard to create.

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Happy at last!

With the passing of my years, I have come to realize that packed alongside every one of my fears is also the gift of courage that comes from trusting our own quiet voice inside: our inner wisdom. I was surprised the first time I shared the story of leaving the radio station for life unknown and someone exclaimed, “That was so brave!” It took me a while to own my courage, because it sure didn’t feel like it at the time. I own it, now, remembering the earlier times in my life where I was afraid and yet trusted that I could figure something out, even if I wasn’t sure if I could. That knowing has come in handy, when I was again afraid upon meeting the kind man who would become my second husband. I had one marriage that didn’t work out, could I try again? I ultimately decided that I could, and we have just celebrated our third wedding anniversary. The gift of my fears led me to be lovingly vigilant about doing the things that make our relationship happy, solid, and fulfilling to us both.  

I can say that being afraid at age 58 doesn’t feel any better than it did at age 28. There are always things in life that kick up fears like a car on a dusty road. But I now face the unknown with a little more curiosity and self-trust than I used to, and that makes all that earlier discomfort well worth it.

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Curtis S Booz - November 5, 2016

Hi, Melinda, Great story and reflective of my life as well. It took me A while to listen at all and quite a long time to learn to use it as a daily guide without meditation althoughI still meditate regularly. I, as you have many stories and also write poetry about my experience. Here’s one of many. .
The Captain And The Navigator

You are the captain of your ship
(The navigator too)
Sailing blind oblivious
To your inner onboard crew
The captain is your objective self
Commanding all you view
The navigator prompts from the catbird seat
From that inner part of you
The captain sails from port to port
And all points in between
Rarely listening to that all-seeing eye
As he remains unseen
Each time the captain makes a choice
The inner prompt projected
Falls on deaf ears, so entranced is he
The message goes undetected
And though it seems that you may be doomed
To a voyage of sailing blind
Trusting in the still small voice
Finds the separated selves aligned

(inspired by Meneer Tuur)

CurtBooz 2014

Stay in touch Melinda. I’d like to hear more about your journey.

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Melinda Walsh - November 5, 2016

Thank you for your kind words, Curtis. Your poem really sums it up, doesn’t it? Beautifully written and very on-point.

It’s a journey of vulnerability to share experiences, and your comment is very inspiring to me. Thank you.

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    Curtis S Booz - November 5, 2016

    Hi Melinda, I appreciate your appreciation. I’m going to post one more that is still on topic. I write these so that hopefully it might push somebody’s “wake-up button”.

    Hidden Advisor

    There is a guy (who isn’t there)
    who speaks to me from I don’t know where
    He pops up when I most need him
    And tells me things that have me heed him.
    He told me once that there is a way
    To get the things I need each day.
    I asked him please tell me the way.
    He chuckled, then I heard him say….
    “Act As If”…….. Then he went away.
    curtbooz 2016

    Kep up the great writing Melinda

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