In honor of everyone’s favorite holiday celebrating death and fear, I thought I’d share some of my personal fears. My goal is not that you would make fun of me, but rather that we would see we’re all desperately insecure artists.
Fear 1: That real experts will find out I’m a fraud and call me out.
I’m terrified that I don’t know what I’m talking about. What if someone who really knows what they’re doing comes along and sees what a chump I am. Then they call me out and I look like an idiot. Bone-chilling!
Fear 2: Looking outside the window when it’s night time.
I’m convinced that someone’s head will appear in the darkness. This fear is magnified even more if I have to open the blinds or close the blinds…because I’m right near where the head would appear. Hair-raising!
Fear 3: People don’t understand me.
I like to think I’m a great communicator. But what if people simply don’t get what I’m trying to say? What if I’m talking, assuming I’m communicating, and folks are just nodding their heads and being polite. Spooky!
Fear 4: Monkeys.
There’s a back story to this. Basically, I’ve been attacked by monkeys four different times in my life. Twice mauled, twice bitten. Monkeys are scary, evil beasts. Steer clear at any cost, my friends. Sinister!
Fear 5: People don’t like me.
This is probably my biggest fear. I’m a big people pleaser. I can’t stand it when someone doesn’t like me or is mad at me. But imagine if a whole group of people decided I was a lame-wad. That would be the worst Halloween in history. Blood-curdling!
So there are my fears. What are you most afraid of? Conquering fear begins by acknowledging it and putting a wooden spike into its chest. Sorry, Edward Cullen.