The truly unforgettable (and unforgivable) moment was in December 2017.
At midnight, the attendees of Hay House Writer's Festival in Sydney were expected to submit a manuscript for a book deal competition. If you missed the name of the publishing house - it was Hay House! The creation of the late Louise Hay, my inspiration, goddess, mentor and a healer up on the pedestal of many. Not only I had full 4 months to think about how to grasp my innermost essential message, look over the millions of pages I have already written throughout the 20+ writing years (I started journaling at the age of 9), write some more, or I could have put the existing material coherently together, include it as an attachment and hit 'send'.
Nope.
Come the deadline, I stare at the computer screen blankly, unable to even swallow. I felt anxious that whatever I had to say, would have been just a bunch of chaotic crap, worse than not good enough.
When it comes to any competition or generally a big deal of a business, I seem to get paralyzed and play down all my abilities.
I know it's normal, and many times I simply feel the fear and do it anyway. Courage and confidence can move mountains.
I still regret that I haven't sent at least something - something resembling a manuscript. I still don't have one. At least not a physical one, it's only in my head.
I wasn't ready to be visible then but times are changing.
I decided to pick one of my articles, either from this blog or from the former one which is available on Patreon, and turn it into a witty yet educational story for the Elephant Journal.
This time I won't chicken out because EJ publishes any creator and most importantly, I am not attached to a particular result.
Do things for love, passion, and own sense of accomplishment, rather than for outwitting your rivals.
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