You don't have to believe you can do it! 🚲

Happy Fearless Friday, Friends!

I send these messages each week on Fridays because, for many of us, weekends can have a big impact on our dream making. They are the space in the week when we have more discretionary time to go after those dreams, but they also have a tendency to get a little floppy. My hope is that these notes will trigger a little pausing and reflecting for you to consider what's working and isn't, in your dream-making pursuits. This week, I'll start with a story from my life that I hope will help you believe that it’s ok to do things you’re only a tiny bit confident you can do.

I fell off my bike when I was learning to ride it as a child and broke my ankle. From that point on, I spent decades telling myself and anyone else who showed any interest, that I was not a bike rider. 

It didn’t bother me much, because I am a good walker, and a good runner, and a great subway rider, so who really needs to ride a bike anyway? Then, I married a guy who loves a good bike ride. I liked the idea of riding with him, but the idea of tumbling off a bike again was enough to scare me off from trying.

A couple years ago, motivated by my some primal need to inspire my children, I tried bike riding again. I was slow and cautious, but I did it a few times and felt like I’d satisfied my duty to show my kids that grown-ups can overcome fears too. 

This summer, I got lured into buying a beach cruiser simply because it was purple and cute and a bargain, and I loved the vision of myself cruising through town. Turned out, as often happens, aesthetics can be motivating. I rode more, and Andy and I had some fun adventures.

Last week, while I was on a business trip in Utah, the team decided to go on a bike ride up a mountain. I’m a sucker for adventure, so even though I was only about 20% confident I wouldn’t fall on my face or get left in the dust, I asked to join in. For comfort, I told myself that one of these nice people would probably come and haul me home if needed.

And so I did it. I was cautious and slow, and rode my brakes all the way down, but I freaking did it. And it felt really good. And there’s an excellent chance that I will do it again.

Who says we have to fully believe we can succeed in order to try? How are we ever supposed to learn and grow if we only do the things we already know how to do? If you’re feeling scared off from that thing you did once and bombed, or some idea in your mind that all hell will break loose if you try that other thing, then write me back. I’m a coach. I’m literally a professional in helping people turn on courage and create plans to break free from fear. 

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Here’s to choosing our way forward, together.
Aransas