Fear of biggifying
I’ve a couple of ideas hanging around at the moment that I want to do. The thing is, they involve putting myself out there. They do it in different ways, but they’re both very much outside my comfort zone in terms of biggification. And I’m totally stalling.
Am I really stalling?
I have “perfectly valid” questions cropping up about each of them, things like “What am I looking to get out of this?” and “Is this the right one to go for?” but the thing is that these are both just long winded ways of asking myself ‘Why?’: “Why do I want to do this?”, “Why should I go for this one?”.
I believe that the empowering question is ‘Why not?’.
“What have I got to lose by doing this?” – Nothing
“What’s the worse that can happen if I go for this one?” – I get it
So those “perfectly valid” questions? Yeah, they’re real questions, but they’re stalling questions. It seems I can add ‘needing a very good reason’ to my list of stalling tactics:
- Staying up late and sleeping through the day
- Telling myself that I’m not ready, I’m not prepared enough
- Needing a ‘very good’ reason
Visualising my fear
This came from another extended (2 hour) meditation today – thanks to Joely for “giving me permission” by example.
After clearing my head, like I wrote about yesterday, I started to think about what was holding me back from following through on these two ideas, bringing my attention to how I feel when I think about them.
I noticed a tension at the base of my sternum, where the two rib cages separate. So I gave it form in my mind and it showed up as this black, sticky, dense rubber ball. It immediately started pumping out this noxious toxin so I put it in a bubble and ran a tube out of my body to drain the liquid away.
Thing is, I wanted to talk to it, so I tried to make a gap in this transparent plastic cover but every time I did the toxin would get sprayed through the hole (it wasn’t till later that I realised why). However, I was pretty determined so I put a second ball around the first, put a drainage tube on that and then opened up a gap in the lower half of the first ball and the upper half of the second. That way sound could travel (if a little muted) but the toxin was safely being drained off.
At this point, I got a strong feeling that the toxin wasn’t wanted by the black ball. So I asked if I could lance it to take away the toxins and it agreed. A quick prick with a pin and a gush of toxins ran out and down the drainage tube. The ball began to shrivel and dry out and it suddenly became clear that it was hollow as it split open down one side, being unzipped from the inside.
Out stepped a funny little creature – purple, bloated, but with two definite arms and legs. It had been stuck in the ball and desperately wanted to take a shower. So I made it one and it had a wash. As it washed, the creature lost the purple colouring and bloated look.
It turned out to be a tiny little version of me (which totally threw me at the time).
I was naked, so I gave myself some underwear and we sat with each other for a bit.
I noticed that there was a sense of vacuum where the ball had been so I cleaned out the area with some warm scented water and then let it fill up with this. As I did, the area expanded into a spacious, spherical swimming pool, fresh water ran in from above (my heart) and drained out below as there was still some ick left behind to be dissolved, and no one likes a stagnant pool.
So yeah, the fact it was right in my third chakra didn’t escape me. Eventually, I noticed that my tiny little me had erected this protective barrier, complete with defense system, but that it had somehow kept going long after it was needed (namely at school) and had caused my little me to become trapped, deformed and unhappy. Gee, metaphor much?!
So let’s add to the stalling tactics:
- Staying up late and sleeping through the day
- Telling myself that I’m not ready, I’m not prepared enough
- Needing a ‘very good’ reason
- Keeping everyone away by being toxic
- Hiding behind an unnecessary protective shield
- Trapping myself into a tiny space to be safe, even though it ends up totally disfiguring me
The bit that was missing
There still felt like something was missing after all of this so I decided to do some Shiva Nata to see if I could get anything more to come up. I went through a few rounds then settled down to see what came up, just asking myself the question “What am I missing about this?” over and over again. Suddenly I realised that a little story had played itself out in my head.
Rather than type it all out I’ll go with this: think a global version of Cloverfield, but with odd little pixies (blame Alex for those) and everyone running scared. Suddenly it turns out that they’re terrified of me, my image is splattered across the globe and I’m an instant world hero. The pixies all run away. Then the world goes back to normal, except that everyone knows the pixies are scared of me but they don’t know why. People start avoiding me, they start shouting at me in the street. No one dare come near me. I’m completely and utterly alone, I walk into a full dance studio and it empties and I’m left just dancing alone.
So yeah, again with the not very closely veiled metaphors – what can I say, I guess my subconscious understands that I don’t tend to get the subtle cues.
It turns out that I’m scared that if I let myself shine fully again that I’ll end up completely ostracised again. Oh school, what wonderful things you taught me. Let’s just pull that out so it’s easy for me to find again.
I’m scared that if I shine fully I will be ostracised (again).
Finding another way to feel safe
I am going to do these things, I happen to be fortunate enough to have a damn stubborn streak for things like this, so I could do with finding to help me feel safe even though I’m putting myself out there.
The most obvious thought is that I need to find people who are like me, find my tribe. I have some great friends and groups already, but I’m also looking for other Dancing Geeks. I’m looking for a way to feel like my own little brand of crazy is not so crazy. I’m not sure how, but I’m sending this intention out into the world and we’ll see what comes back.


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