Day 9 Doing What I love…..and Loving the Money I make!
Monday, September 28th, 2009 Lots of things are being revealed to me about love and money. I think that I have a love hate relationship with doing what I love and loving the money I make. Somedays I’m excited to jump out of bed and start marketing, blogging, doing the radio shows, lecturing and book signings. Even though I love what I’m doing I have tremendous resistance inside of me towards doing it. I get a panic attack just before I go on the radio. My stomach does flip flops before I do a lecture. When I was doing my thesis in performance for my Masters Degree, I threw up three full days after the performance. That resistance hasn’t lessened over the years. In fact, I gave up performing all together for awhile because it always made me so sick before and after. Who wants to live that way?
But what I’ve discovered is resistance never goes away. And if I don’t overcome it every day, it will be the death of me and my dreams. I have to face this demon with all my might. I don’t care how many times I throw up before or after a performance. How long I sit in front of that blank page on my computer screen. Or how many failed attempts there have been getting to the gym. I have to push through that heavy layer of gunk and with all my might, pray, beg, or just turn off my brain and show up to do the work.
Resistance is the enemy of my dreams, my hopes, and my happiness.
It makes me miserable at every turn and then laughs at me when I listen to it. The only good thing about resistance is that now when I feel it, I know that I have to push through it and show up to do the work…at all costs. I have to face all of those bad feelings that resistance slams on me. Resistance is a formidable enemy. Doing the work is the only way I can kill it.
So I now I face resistance with a double edged sword of truth and love. I cut through it and face the truth that I have to show up and do the work. It’s only then that the love for what I’m doing can begin to be felt. I hate the heaviness and the judgements that resistance wants me to experience. Sometimes resistance wins because I associate that feeling with what I love to do. I hate pushing through that resistance to get to the good stuff. But that’s the job of resistance. The only way to get to “the good stuff” is to do the work.
Resistance doesn’t ever seem to go away. I don’t throw up as often. I manage to stop stuttering on my radio show after the first ten seconds. I’m stronger than I was yesterday in moving through it. I don’t struggle or fight resistance as much anymore. I see it exists but I quickly stop the drama and just show up to do the work. I do the work, I’m a professional. Come rain or shine, I show up and work. Some days are good. Some days not so good. But I always show up. That’s what being a professional is all about. I stop the drama. I let go of the struggle. I’ve reclaimed and recaptured my power by just doing the work.
Love is the reward.