What are you afraid of?
It’s a question I have been batting around for a while.
My answers really don’t make sense.
For instance, I am more afraid of a teeny, tiny spider in the corner of the room than I am of speaking in front of a room full of thousands of people.
Today I listened to a little Tony Robbins and was surprised to hear him say this:
“Stress is actually fear.”
It makes sense, but it’s just one of those things that is so simply obvious, it is mundane — and brilliant — at the same time.
I think I need to reevaluate my fear factors.
It’s not about what I am afraid of, but instead, what stresses me out.
The new question should be:
Where am I stressed?
Like I said, Tony… brilliant.
What stresses you out?