You may or may not know that I went to ‘blogference’ on the weekend called ProBlogger.
550 bloggers converging on one hotel on the GoldCoast is a hell of a thing, you can only imagine how many selfies and images of food were zipping across the interwebs. You would be forgiven for presuming it was a room full of narcissists, but I assure you it was anything but. There was much love and support to be had…
As many of you aren’t bloggers I’m not going to talk to you about the conference which although it was ten kinds of amazing, it’s boring as batshit if you’re not a bloggy type.
What I am going to talk to you about are a couple of the invaluable life lessons I learned while I was there, because I believe that no matter who you are or what your dreams are this stuff is relevant across the board.
Fear is a killer.
We all feel it.
It’s natural to feel fear around something you’re passionate about but you mustn’t let it cripple you.
I was shitting my pants about going and hanging out with so many chicks (chicks are freaky, right?) but what I discovered was a coven of love and support.
Darren Rowse, PB founder, said “If you want to conquer fear, don’t sit home and think about it. Go out and conquer it.”
How true is that? You need to go and punch that fear in the throat because scared people don’t achieve their dreams. I could be all ‘feel the fear and do it anyway’ but it’s a bit wanky, so hear this….
FEEL THE FEAR AND DO IT ANYWAY.
You already know I’m a wanker. I told you about my vibrator.
Don’t be afraid to tell someone how you feel about them.
Just before PB I received a message from someone I didn’t know. A blogger. A really good blogger. And she reached out to me to tell me she really loved what I was doing and they way I was doing it.
She made my god damned month. I hugged the crap outta her when we met for the first time over the weekend and I told her she really touched me.
It made me realise that it takes little effort to tell someone you acknowledge what they’re doing and that you rate them. I took that on board and went and gushed all over a few people that I wanted to tell I admired and did I make their day?
Who knows, but at least I wasn’t scared to share my feelings.
You don’t get successful overnight.
This one sucks big balls, sure, but it’s a great reason to keep going. Success, life, all of it – it’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Rand Fishkin, a specialist in something that I find really confusing, said “The price of success is failure after failure after failure.”
I personally would rather not fail lots of times, my poor ego hates it. Or maybe I already have failed many times. Lord knows, I’ve tried lots of things before I found this writing thing, but either way, you just need to start, and then you need to keep showing up consistently.
He who is aiming at something is more likely to hit it, than he who is aiming at nothing. Capiche?
Matthew Michalewicz touched on something that smashed me in the nose and made my eyes water….
He also talked about goals, but you also need to believe in yourself.
And that shit is hard. It’s so much easier to doubt yourself, and wonder how you will ever achieve your dreams but you know what?
You are talented, creative and worthy, so why not you?
WHY NOT YOU?
Just start. Today. Better to start imperfectly than to wait until you’re perfect. I can’t remember which guru said this, and I’ve totes paraphrased but you get the gist.)
Achieving your dreams is not magic, it’s knowledge and process. Doing the steps that lead you to where you want to be.
When blogging royalty recognises you it’s ok to wet your pants a little bit.
I’m not cool. Not by a long shot. You knew that already but now the cat is well and truly out of the bag with the rest of the world.
So all of this inspiration and joy has left me feeling wrung out like an old sock. I feel a little sad.
I feel a little scared, because this is it.
I’m standing on the precipice of my new life and it’s now or never…..
These really are the days of our lives, and there is no half way.
You either do it, or you don’t.
There were many awesome women, but these women?
They are my tribe.
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