Does she have an Inner Nag?
Over and over, I’ve been asked the same thing about my recent trip to Africa: what was the best part, the most important thing I learned, my biggest “aha”? The people, the animals, the landscape, the country, and the African STAR workshop enriched my life in so many ways. Did one thing stand out?
I puzzled over this, and then it hit me.
The biggest lesson for me was this–I went. I didn’t take the advice of the whiney chorus of nagging, nay-saying voices in my head intoning “NO-O-O-O. Don’t go. You shouldn’t do this,” somber as a criminal court judge handing down a life sentence without possibility of parole.
“You don’t have the time,” the clockwatcher crisply noted. “You don’t have the money,” begged the voice of lack, convinced it’s the only thing between me and a life spent living under a bridge with my worldly belongings in a shopping cart. “You didn’t plan this far enough in advance,” clucked the practical one as she studied the lists on her clipboard. “The long plane ride will wipe you out,” implored the hand-wringer that thinks danger and injury lurk around every corner. “Everyone will think it’s foolish/be jealous/won’t like you,” pleaded the approval-junkie that desperately wants to get along well with others.
Is she looking for approval?
I’d heard them all before, cautioning me not to seize other opportunities in my life. I’ve listened to their advice many times. This time, I realized they were just the voices of limiting thoughts that weren’t true. So I thanked them for their efforts. And I ignored them.
Oh my stomach still did loops when I gave the airline agent my credit card information. But I knew my feelings were coming from thoughts fueled by my Inner Nags. So I bought the ticket.
And I had a fantastic trip with absolutely no regrets. I was enchanted. I learned. I grew. I shared amazing sights and transformative insights with fabulous people. I had an adventure. It felt light and airy and magical and free. And it still does.
He doesn't seem to be worried about his future.
The Buddha taught that you can always know the sea because it always tastes of salt and you can always know enlightenment because it always tastes like freedom.
I can recall so many adventures that I’ve passed up because I chose to believe that chorus of hyper-cautious, sensible voices. This time I listened to the deeper, wiser voice inside me. “Go,” it whispered. “This is an opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t pass it up. Go.”
Recognizing and listening to that still, quiet voice of truth is the greatest lesson I learned. And it’s delicious. It tastes like freedom.
Is there a point at which we are so sublime and confident, that we can put ourselves into new challenges and not worry, not feel any fear, not have one thought that we might look foolish or screw up or that our ideas might be rejected? Clients ask me this all the time. I doubt it.