The Fear of Not Knowing

- - Courage, Risk and Fear

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We are taught that it is best to know the answers. School reinforces this over and over— you’re supposed to know the right answer to every question asked.

It’s a painful moment to have to tell your teacher that you don’t know something that you’re supposed to know in front of all your classmates who already know it (or at least pretend to).

It’s embarrassing. It feels exposing and shameful.

The “stupid question” — as in, “This might be a stupid question, but…”— points out the places where we feel like we’re supposed to know something that we don’t.

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The Best Books on Finding Your Purpose

The Best Books on Finding Your Purpose

I love books. After having moved a number of times in the last few years, I should say that I really love the library and digital books (I love my Kindle). I’m always finding new books and checking way too many of them out from the library (which I’ve found is a great way to rack up fees and support your local branch).

I peruse and read just about anything that I can get my hands on related to purpose, passion, calling, vocation, business, marketing, and writing. This is why my list grows way faster than I can keep up with it (just like my library fines!).

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Too Many Ideas? Here’s What to Do When You Can’t Choose

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I could feel a frustration in her voice and see it in her eyes.

“I’ve never felt as though I can’t find my passion.” she said, “My problem is the opposite. I have too many passions. I have too many great ideas. I just can’t choose and actually do something. That’s where I get stuck.”

You wouldn’t believe how often I hear this, and variations of it. It shouldn’t be a surprise because most of us have felt it at some point.

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How My Story Shapes Me and Yours Shapes You

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The smell of popcorn and fried sweet cakes was in the air. The open and empty space of the Orange County Fairground was packed with vendors, food carts, and lots of people milling around. My 10 year old self walked by a booth and a man called out to me and told me to throw a sticky ball at a target. Before I knew it, he put it in my hand.

I don’t know what it was made of. It was a gelatinous ball, a bit smaller than a tennis ball. And it was very sticky. It all happened so fast. “I guess I’ll try,” I thought. So I threw the ball, and (of course) it stuck to my hand and hit the ground not that far in front of me.

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