Getting icky

Allow me to share the recent dialogue with you all:

Brain: Want to get outside your comfort zone, Emma?

Like, REALLY outside of it? So much so that you will feel super uncomfortable and icky?

Brain: Yes, why not? 

Brain: Wait. Who answered that? 

Brain: Me, I answered that.

Brain: Hang on, I don’t want to feel icky. I am comfortable.

Brain: Nah, you’ll be right. You can do this. 

Brain: Nope, I can’t. Not at all. I will go on strike if you do that. 

Brain: Emma, you will be fine. What’s the worse that can happen? 

Brain: I will die. That’s what. I feel safe now; why are you making me do this? 

Brain: I will help you; no dying here. I will keep you safe.

Brain: How do I know you will do that? I don’t believe you. 

Brain: You just have to trust me. 

Guts: Sh*t. 

Lungs: Just B R E A T E.

Nervous system: ALERT. 

Guts: Where is the closest loo? 

Lungs: Keep B R E A T H I N G.

Heart: Yes. Brain is right. You’ll be ok. Share your message. All will be ok. 

*dialogue could have had more F words, but I needed to keep it a bit cleaner for online. It was also much longer than this, but I think you get me. 

So, what’s the icky thing? Getting another book out. 

I have written loads of books over the last 6/7 years. Two have been printed and published (Available on Amazon), and many, many eBooks. This is a biggie…. as it’s going to ruffle feathers. Plus, it’s been a while since I released one, and after the last few years, I have definitely changed. 

Have I gotten bolder? Probably? I am still human, though. I still fear what people will think of me. I still worry that I will offend others. 

So, whilst I am waiting for the proof of my next book to arrive – as I don’t think it will feel real until I have it in my hands… I will remind myself that messages don’t get shared by keeping them to myself. 

I will keep sharing with you the journey of this. Hopefully, it will inspire you, too, to share your message. 

Let’s do this. 

Emma x