Halloween is a time for things go bump in the night, and other such hauntings. It is also nearing the end of a business year, and quotas not met yet lurk in dark corners like Mal's Wild things, or better described, the bogey man (men) . I work hard, and always aim to exceed expectations, am not satisfied when I only meet them, and obsess when I cannot, or have not met them.
I do not work well scared. I thrive on encouragement , and praise for what I do right. Prodding me about what I have not accomplished, and brushing aside what I have makes me worry. I do not do anxious well. It makes it hard for me to concentrate on anything else, distracted by the little black cloud hovering over my shoulder.
In this economy one would be foolish not to be focussed on keeping their job. However I am thinking it is not healthy to live in fear of losing it. In fairness, I do not feel like this every moment, especially when I am exercising my sales skills with a client or prospect, but often enough (especially as the year comes to a close with too few new prospects lined up) for it to be more than distracting. Not so much at work, but away from it. Which is precisely when I can do little about it. I do not like to write of such concerns in this blog. I more enjoy airing my considerable array of opinions. Also, I imagine some things do not need to be of record. However, I am pretty darned sure no one is reading this thing but me, and airing this this out (not so much in public, but out of my head) helps.
It is the weekend. My work is done until Monday. Tomorrow, (or the day after the day after tomorrow) is another day, and I can get to it then. That surely is true (I know, it is true, and don't call me Shirley) and now I have to do it convince the little grey foggy fellow who is hovering nearby.
On the other hand, the fiance of Chad Ochocinco did not make the cast of Dancing With the Stars. Don't get me started on who did. Actually, Carson Kressley is somewhat of a celeb, and I guess you could call Nancy Grace reasonably well known (though not, in my mind, for good reason) . Unfortunately, neither can dance. And neither can Chaz ( he who is massively over weight, has bad knees and can barely get around the dance floor-however brave he may be in his life choices) Bono. The best dancers are JR and Ricki Lake. Both not BIG stars, but on TV in recognizable shows, I must admit. JR has as heroic story as anyone, and he can actually dance, bless him.
I digress, but that is the point of tonight's essay, to head in another direction, vs running (well trotting at a brisk pace) scared. Running is fine, but in the direction of progress, not in fear of loss or failure.
Besides, it got me writing again, and that is a handy skill to have. I read my prior posts and am encouraged that I have a decent turn of phrase. A little bit of ego is good for the resolve, and for courage.
