Fear of Success
Sometimes I wonder if I’m not more afraid of success than failure.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m plenty afraid of failure. I’m a perfectionist par excellence, hate to make the slightest mistake, find criticism quite painful, and abhor spending time doing things I am bad at, like golf and softball.
I wonder, though, why I’m so adept at self-sabotage. I know plenty of other folks who suffer from this too, women in particular, although I don’t know how significant my anecdotal evidence is. I just happen to be close friends with more women than men.
So why is it that I start something new – say, writing short short fiction – and when I establish that it’s something I enjoy and might be able to do really well, I stop as if I’ve run into a wall?
The same applies to metalsmithing. I invest enough time and dollars on the subject to know that I love doing it, and demonstrate the ability to make some interesting and very wearable pieces, and then I just stop using my workshop.
Five or six years ago, I embarked on a highly disciplined diet and exercise program and lost about 80 lbs. (I needed to take off an additional 40 or so after that, but was still in the best health ever in the last 20 years.) And then, again, I ran into an invisible wall and made no further progress. In the years since, to my very great grief and regret, I’ve gained half of that back.
I can sure lay the excuse of time on the table. As a working wife and mom, I’m a constant multi-tasker and it’s difficult to find time to focus undivided attention on any one endeavor. I have to be really honest with myself, though – that’s not it! Exercise, discipline, creative projects can be fit in… we all spend our time and energy, like our money, where our priorities are. Or in this case, where our comfort zone is.
There’s something in me that’s at complete odds with my desire to excel, be extraordinary, accomplish tangible things. It’s as if I hold a flawed schema that tells myself I can’t possibly deserve success, so I need to stop now before a) I disappoint myself in a big way, and b) the world finds out how flawed I really am.
And so, I muddle along in mediocrity, dysfunctionally shutting myself down when I start thinking I can do anything special.
I need to figure out how to break through that wall.
Posted on Tuesday, April 24th, 2007 by Jeri
Under: creativity, health | 4 Comments »














