Should I do it? Should I not? Well... maybe. I don't know. I want to. But what if it doesn't work out? What if I don't like it? What if it was a waste of time? What if I make the wrong decision? What if I fail? What if. What if. What if. 

Does any of that sound familiar? Have you ever talked yourself into and out of something in a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds? I call that cycle of thoughts - the hamster wheel. It's just spinning and spinning and it's not going anywhere. We all do it. I do it too. I can talk myself in and out of something so fast. I can honestly see both sides of doing and not doing something. I can justify it all. That's what happens when we live inside our heads. Imagine what could happen if we just made a decision and went with it. How much time would we save? Actual time. And mental exhaustion from hanging out in that hamster wheel.

AGING. Yep, we all do it. Yet sometimes we don't want to do it nor do we want to admit our age. Whatever age we are, we ask the question - When did this happen?! or How did this happen?!  And we all age differently. While we all do it, many of us "fight" the aging process. At least that's what society wants women to do. How many products are out on the market that are anti-aging? Why are we "fighting" the aging process?! It's like keeping a tree from growing. What's up with that? And that word "fight," it invokes this feeling that we have to be mad at aging. Then from mad, we get angry. Then after we are angry, we start the fight. All I can picture is waving my fists crazily in the air.... at nothing. Because aging just is. It's a thing that happens. That we do. And hey, I get it. I buy the creams and potions and lotions too. I'm part of this society.

That dreaded fear. It holds us back from trying new things. It stops us from doing things. It's debilitating. FEAR - of failure. What if I fail and it doesn't work out? FEAR - of success. What if I succeed and I don't know what to do? FEAR - of the unknown. For me, that's the scariest of them all. The unknown? What? Who wants to deal with not feeling secure in our choices? That sucks.