Who’s afraid?

Yesterday someone asked me, “Mary, what would you do if you weren’t afraid?”

What would I do?

I was reminded of a conversation that I had with my Grandma Farnum the year before she died.  That was about 18 years ago.  I was worried about a lot of things in my life back then.  Not much had been going the way I’d hoped for awhile and life had thrown a number of curve balls at me.

“I don’t know what to do, Grandma.”

“What do you want to do, Dear?”

I told her.

“Well, why don’t you do them?”

After much verbal hemming and hawing I admitted that I was scared.

“Scared of what?” she asked me.

“Failing.”

“No.  I don’t really think so,” she said to me (Grandma was good at being direct).

And then she said something I will never forget.  “Mary, dear.  I don’t think you are afraid of failing.  Not really.  I think you are afraid of succeeding.  Because then you would know just how wonderful you really are and you wouldn’t have being afraid as an excuse not to be that wonderful.”

So — what would you do if you weren’t afraid of being a success?

I’m in the process of gleaning that.  I’ll let you know when I’m brave enough to ‘fess up.

How about you?