I miss those sick days as a kid.
As sick as I was, at least I’d be at home all day in my warm bed watching reruns of Gunslinger and The Greatest American Hero (believe it or not, Iiiiii’m walking on air, I never thought I could feel so freeee-eeee-eee) while my mom waited on me hand and foot.
No going anywhere. No schoolwork.
Sure made the profuse vomiting and high fever worthwhile. A fair tradeoff, it seemed.
Weird how being sick meant getting what I wanted. To be off the hook.
Ahhhh… To be a kid again.
But one day, we grow up.
And the trend continues. Our self-imposed creative limitations become our sickness. The perfect excuse to call it in.
I can’t write that blog post. It’s a stupid idea. I don’t feel good. I’m sick.
Draw every day? No way. I don’t have the time for that. I don’t feel good. I’m sick.
Make that human connection with the customer? I’d rather get of the call ASAP. I don’t feel good. I’m sick.
Although we’re not LITERALLY sick, figuratively, we are. And we may not even think we’re faking it. These doubts and limitations we place on ourselves feel like honest-to-goodness ailments. Symptoms of the realest kind. The kind that make us just want to stay home, snuggle up, and sleep. Just like when we were 10.
That way we can just be comfy. And safe. In our warm bed.
Is defending your weaknesses and limitations the war you want to be waging? Because you just might win.
It’s up to you what you fight for.
Your highest good.
Your best art.
Taking a stand, showing up, and speaking up.
The reasons why it will never work.
The haters who will just keep hating if you do it.
All those times you’ve stumbled before.
One is way easier. The other is terrifying (and never stops being terrifying).
Which side are you on?
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