Are You Stuck? So Many Entrepreneurs Are!

I was on the plane yesterday thinking about some of the struggles my clients go through and I wrote this little story. It is completely made up. It may be worth a read because you might find some truths in it about yourself or your past self…. or not. Either way, please enjoy.

Flying
(Narrator)
Flying. To lift off. Above the busy street noise. The stress of life. The rain. And into the clouds.
Flying is what happens when the mind stops. Stops the chatter. Stops the comparison. Stops the fight.
The fight to be someone or something you’re not.
Until that point you struggle. You wonder. Why can’t I do this? I know what I need to do but I can’t. I don’t know why.

(Narrator)
But you do. You do know why. You are trying to fit. Square inside round. Pie inside lie.
This isn’t what you want.

(You ask)
But what else is there? What else is accepted? Loved? Valued? Rewarded?

(Narrator)
Yes. Rewards. You get external rewards.

(You respond)
It isn’t that bad. I should be grateful.

(Narrator)
Sit down. Shut up. Take your check. Take your pills so you can swallow your life.

Trapped. Rewarded. But empty. Empty because you’ve shut it down. You. Your essence. Your calling. Your self love.
Why?

Something happened. Maybe many somethings. You were young. You got trained like the baby elephant. You’ve learned. Hide. It’s safe. Run. Safer still.

But you’re losing the race. Your white picket fence is tattered. Faded. You’ve lost the energy and desire to fix it.

You are mad. Angry. The ‘Dream’ became your nightmare. Your nightmare of keeping up. The Jones.

(You respond)
Why? Why do I struggle. I was promised this would work. Where is my success?
Time is running out. Time is catching up. I’m losing. I’m busy. But I can’t account for my time.
I’m so burnt out. Why can’t I figure this out? Everyone else is passing me. What’s wrong with me?

(Narrator)
You’ve lost. Noooooo. You’ve lost YOU. Your soul. Your calling.
You’ve ran from it. You’ve hid from it. You’ve shut your ears.

Just stop. Take a breath. Rest.

There! There’s your soul. Your calling. Your passion. There it is. You’ve allowed it to catch up to you.

(You reply)
But… but…. it won’t work. No! I won’t be accepted! Rewarded! Loved! I won’t be loved!
No! I’d rather lie. I’ll keep my lie. I can’t open. Vonerability is not for me. It’s pain. I’m done with that. I will not be hurt again!

(Narrator- confused)
But?? You ARE in pain. You struggle. You fight. You compare. You are trapped. You are burnt out.
Just be you. It’s easy. It’s less work. Follow your inner voice. Love.

(You scream)
I can’t!
I just can’t!
I know I’m in pain. But if I keep lying, I’m doing what they want. They have to love me.
If I tell them who I really am….and they hate me…. they hate the REAL me.
My truth. My soul.

I’d rather keep trying to fit. They told me this would work. I see the others succeeding. It HAS to work. I MUST be loved.

(Narrator)
But if you are the real you, you won’t struggle. You won’t fight. You won’t compare. And you can be loved. Really loved.
If you keep living this lie, you will never get the real love. You’ll only be accepted. And only accepted on the surface. It’s all empty.

(You)
I’m fine. It’s not that bad. I just need to paint the fence. I’ll be fine. I’m lucky. I’m really… lucky….. (voice fades as you walk away)