Fear

Have you ever had an experience where you resisted something based on the fear of how “bad” it would be? Have you ever stayed in a job too long, for fear of how uncomfortable the transition out would be? Have you ever stayed in a relationship longer than you should have, for fear of the pain that it would cause? Have you ever stayed at an event too long, because you didn’t want your exit to be uncomfortable and you felt that you hadn’t stayed long enough?

Isn’t it funny, the level of discomfort that we will tolerate to avoid being uncomfortable?

This is something that I have contemplated a lot recently. Is it being uncomfortable that we are avoiding or is it the fear?

I have a lot of people ask me if I have a hard time delivering uncomfortable information during a reading. My answer is always very clear, it isn’t even slightly uncomfortable to deliver uncomfortable information. A long time ago I worked through my fear around uncomfortable conversations and I no longer avoid them. I got super comfortable with uncomfortable conversations which took every ounce of power away from the uncomfortable conversation.

It wasn’t the uncomfortableness that was the issue. It was solidly my fear around the uncomfortableness. You may be reading this and wondering why I am splitting hairs. It is my truth, that it is hard to address something when you don’t understand what exactly it is that you're addressing. So I named it, I called it what it was, I looked at it straight on. It was fear. It wasn’t being uncomfortable.

The other night I had been working on this exact topic. It wasn’t until I was in meditation that I realized I was staring at the same problem on a different platter. It was fear that limits my ability to move on. The actual act of moving on wasn’t that uncomfortable, it was well within my ability to tolerate. It was my fear.