I feel like I’m scared a lot. A lot.

I’m not afraid of the dark or of strange places and funny noises. Rather, I’m afraid of living a life without meaning, of screwing my kids up, of running out of time, of running out of space. I’m afraid of being forgotten and afraid of being remembered. I’m afraid of dying young and afraid of outliving my children.

In other words…I’m human.

The older I get the more fearful I seem to become. Perhaps it’s that the clock is ticking a little louder these days and I wonder if I have time to get it all done. There is just so much left on my list.

Here are just a few of things I want to do:

- write and publish a fiction book, sell a gazillion copies, and get rich

- write a screenplay

- explore the world with my family by my side

- do something that matters, something that changes the world

- empower my children to relentlessly pursue their dreams

- be proud of my body, whatever it looks like

- make a difference by empowering others to greatness

- speak at the UN

There are some grandiose ideas on that list, aren’t there?  Can I do them all? Of course I can. The real question is what is stopping me.

What is stopping you?

Let’s be totally honest – the only thing stopping you (me) is you (me). And I think that’s where the fear creeps in. If the only thing standing in my way is me, then I can’t blame anyone else, I can’t wait for permission to get started, and there is no reason not to start.

You are stopping you. I am stopping me. That’s it – no one else is keeping us from at least trying to chase our dreams. No one.

Get out of your way. Get it done.  And while you are doing that, can you please remind me to get out of my way too?