When it comes to building my coaching practice, I keep telling myself I don't know what to do. I tell myself it's too hard, it's too scary, I'll screw up.
All distractions. I'm so good at distractions.
My brain likes to keep me in a protective little bubble. I call it the Bubble of Safety.
It's an imaginary bubble. It doesn't exist, except in my brain. My brain is a slippery little sucker. I start to tell myself all the reasons why this isn't going to work, and that I should just go get a job.
The excuses rush in.
The reasons why I should quit seem valid.
I start to believe them.
I start to doubt what I'm doing, and how I'm doing it.
I become my own obstacle.
I use doubt and confusion to muddy the waters.
I tell myself I can't do this, I’m not cut out for this, I’m not strong enough.
That couldn't be further from the truth.
I keep analyzing, over-analyzing, and analyzing why I’m analyzing.
My head hurts and I'm tired.
Chocolate sounds good.
Maybe I could bury my thoughts in some cake.
This isn’t me.
I mean, it is…. but it isn’t.