Fear of biggifying

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

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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6 comments

 1 

Yes, I have the same fundamental fear. We seem to be thinking the same thoughts today!

Joely Black’s last blog post..Thoughts on a theme of fear

April 2nd, 2009 at 7:11 pm
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James, let me point out one thing that’s different between now and those bad times at school (by the way I remember those days, bright but socially inept is a BAD combo). You have already built a tribe from this blog, your twitter conversations, and your mastermind crew. We aren’t necessarily dancers, but we’re a tribe that values development and growth over conformity and childish dominance games. I think that I can speak for most of us when I say “We’ve got your back.” Go out there and SHINE!

Mike Stankavich’s last blog post..Blog suffers near-death experience

April 2nd, 2009 at 7:24 pm
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@Joely – some kids should never have to go to school, or we should have a school just for kids that do well, not to groom them but just so they don’t learn to hate themselves for it.

@Mike – Thank you!

I don’t want to seem ungrateful or to not acknowledge the fantastic people I do know now. Still, there is a connection that I make with the people I dance with that is entirely different, and I am still searching for that physical connection with my tribe as well. It is one of the ironies that I am someone who communicates so much through my body and yet I am drawn to connect through the internet!

April 3rd, 2009 at 3:05 am
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Oh sorry didn’t mean to imply any ingratitude, not at all, my intent was to convey that there are already those who will support rather than ostracize. I do hope you find some like minded folk in the dance world. And I believe that over time you will.

April 3rd, 2009 at 5:39 am
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In my younger years (god, that makes me sound ancient), I was ridiculed, mocked, shunned, (fill in horrible actions by other people) because I walked to the beat of my own drum. Then I started to find people, who while not necessarily played the drum, played other instruments in tune and rythm with mine. So, you are absolutely correct in your conclusion. Find yourself a tribe of like minded souls. And you do that, actually, by being you. The real you. The tribe will find you. Trust me!

Urban Panther’s last blog post..Conversations

April 3rd, 2009 at 10:09 pm
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@Mike – I could apologise for making you feel that you had implied ingratitude, but at some point it goes beyond politeness and into insanity. Safe to say, we both think each other is awesome so I’m betting you get that!

I definitely do have a great gang of people nowadays, I have a bunch of different support forums for different things and I can think of where there are a few wholes (e.g. dance) but mostly it’s pretty darn good. Thanks for the reminder.

@Urban Panther – ‘Be yourself’ is such an simple concept, but so very hard to know how to do. However, with the post I’ve just written I feel like I have just graduated from personal development college (or written my thesis for my Alternative MA?) and can now see how that would work. I can actually visualise that process, and that is a BIG deal.

After that it’s, well, it’s not easy because that’s kind of the point, but it’s not a chore – because I can see how this life thing might work and it’s pretty amazing!

April 4th, 2009 at 4:43 am

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