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Something I’ve Discovered About Fear…
…Is that we spend a lot of time trying to keep it at bay. That and many other shades of negative and unwelcome emotions. But keeping something at a distance takes energy. It’s a struggle. When you give up that struggle, you stop giving power to whatever it is that you’ve been keeping at bay. And then the energy walled up behind that fear erupts outwards like a damn being burst and turns into newly available creative energy. Try it out!
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May 23rd, 2008 at 8:23 pm
Well, this is what I notice, if I ride the bus or spend time with a crowd of strangers in some other way, and try not to look at or talk to peoplem its really draining.
But if I strike up conversations with people and interect with them its really energizing. Plus, I come off as kind of a leader. Because most people are too shy to be outgoing and friendly toward random strangers. So if you talk in a loud friendly voice they assume you are some type of authority figure. Not really an authority but what you are doing is taking charge of the situation wheras others are being passive.
So I can really relat to the juggling thing. Here you are making everyone look at you. So then it enrgizes you. But if you were trying to seem invisible in a crowd it woud drain you.
May 23rd, 2008 at 8:36 pm
Yeah, totally! I think that’s the essence of what being a performer is: you’re saying to people, it’s okay to look at me and talking to me, because we’re all human beings. Otherwise, sometimes those simple things get ignored or brushed aside.
May 23rd, 2008 at 9:15 pm
Ted, you don’t know how right you are. My Dad did this every day and it helped him live longer and happier than was expected. When he died and I told the people in the places he frequented they acted like one of their best friends died. You never know who your real friends are.
May 24th, 2008 at 12:44 pm
You’re Dad sounds like a cool Guy! We need more Old men like that.
Was he a WWII generation type guy? I feel like I can picture him.
May 24th, 2008 at 5:48 pm
Nope, Korean war era. He never got to Korea though. Journalist Walter Winchell’s son died of exposure in Alaska while sleeping under bleachers waiting for his flight to Korea. It was a minor scandal so everyone who was about to be shipped out stayed in Alaska and built housing.