I’ve been hiding something from you. From all of you. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve been holding closely to a little secret. And it’s why I’ve been a little quiet.
I want this to be one of those “chicken check-in” moments where I tell you what I’m so afraid of. But here’s the thing. I’m afraid to tell you what I’m afraid of. And that’s the thing about fear. Once you let it inside, it multiplies.
Fear usually starts when you decide to do something you’ve never tried before. Some people call this “stepping out of your comfort zone.” I call it Monday. Today I sat at my computer and tried to write the first chapter of what I hope will be my first book.
It’s a book with an incredibly great premise. It’s a book inspired by real people and true events—people who have approached me and are willing to share with me their insides. It’s a book that could be great if in the hands of the right writer. But who am I to think that that person might be me? And then again, who would I be if I didn’t try?
I need you to know that this is happening for a few reasons.
1) I’m terrified, and if you’re a praying person, I ask that you’d join me and pray for this new project.
2) I’m feeling kind of isolated. And need to know I’m not alone in trying new things and accepting that they might fail. Miserably. Greatly.
So there you have it. The secret’s out.