CHAPTER 7
I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?
I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not
dumb.
I also know I’m not blonde.
—Dolly Parton; singer, songwriter, actress, altruist, businesswoman,
bright shiny light
A friend of mine—a brilliant writer—once called me in a panic when she
suddenly became frozen with fear over the subject matter of the book she was
working on and could no longer bring herself to write it.
Her book was, among many other splendid things, very personal, dark, and
twisted, and my friend was concerned that it was too much. That it was
crossing the line.
That she was exposing herself as a giant weirdo pervert freak.
This brings up something that’s SO important to have a firm grasp on if
you’re going to get anywhere near reaching your full potential in this life as a
writer, an artist, a businessperson, a parent, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick-
maker or as a fully realized and evolved human being in general:
DO NOT WASTE YOUR PRECIOUS
TIME GIVING ONE SINGLE CRAP
ABOUT WHAT ANYBODY ELSE THINKS OF YOU.
Imagine how liberating that would be!
Other people’s opinions motivate every move we make in our teens and our
twenties. And, as we age, if we’re moving in the right direction, our obsession
with how we’re perceived by others begins to trickle away, but very few of us
are able to escape its pointless grasp completely.
Meanwhile, the truth is, the only questions you ever need to consider when
making decisions about your life are:
1. Is this something I want to be, do, or have?
2. Is this going to take me in the direction I want to go (not
should go)?
3.
Is this going to screw over
*
anybody else in the process?
We throw a wet blanket of ho-hummery over our
lives when we live in fear of what others might
think, instead of in celebration of who we are.
Yes, it’s part of our survival instinct to care—get booted from the tribe and
you’ll freeze to death or starve or be eaten by wolves. But because we have big
brains and the ability to manifest anything we set our minds to, there is another
version that’s equally plausible: Get booted from the tribe and start, or find,
another tribe that’s more your style. You could not only wind up doing what
you love surrounded by people you adore who you actually relate to, but you
might one day realize you can no longer remember the names of the people
whose approval you so desperately thought you would die without.
Nobody who ever accomplished anything big or new or worth raising a
celebratory fist in the air did it from their comfort zone. They risked ridicule
and failure and sometimes even death. Think of the Wright brothers. Can you
imagine how that whole thing went down?