The Ignoble Art Of Self Sabotage And The Fear Of Failure.

Dear Wa family, recently I've experienced a serious bout of self sabotage; you know avoiding doing what is required to achieve success.

Being my own shrink I've analysed what could be the cause of such unhealthy behavior. Procrastination is still the worst of it, but I'm even avoiding things I know are crucial to success.

I love writing compelling content and know that, in my niche, (Gaited Horses) I'm quite capable of it. Yet I leave it unperfected. Doing the social site chores too is fun.

Again I get to do what I love, ie write about my passion and connect with others who're equally as passionate about them. Yet I keep it to a bare minimum!

It's my belief that everything we do in life, we do to satisfy an urgent need. Sometimes one such need collides with another, and incompatible, need. In such cases the deepest, most urgent one takes precedence.

I've concluded that, currently my most urgent need is to deal with my fear of failure. (yes Kyle I know we haven't failed until we quit, but my deepest level of consciousness has yet to accept that notion)

You'd think such a fear is best dealt with by doing everything possible to ensure success. That's rational, high quality thinking. Kudos to you, but in this case it doesn't quite apply.

You see, excuses for failure offer a more immediate satisfaction of need. In addition, the fear of failure is tied to an equally strong dread of success, would you believe!

The kind of success I pursue, in my own circular way, is truly daunting to me. It is frightening because it involves dealing with problems I can't even imagine yet. It's another universe away from my comfort zone, and offers any number of possible embarrassment.

You see my most profound fear is to do with humiliation and embarrassment. If I'm watching a movie on TV, and one of the characters is about to be embarrassed, I immediately switch to another channel. Can't bear to watch it.

So am I a coward? Certainly not. Physical fear is not a problem to me at all. I've fearlessly faced death on countless occasions. I'm not bragging here. That's probably a serious deficit in my survival equipment. It's just a fact.

Can anyone relate to this array of problems or am I just alien weird and should get back in my closet?

Thanks for reading my friends and please leave your thoughts below.