“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” – Frank Herbert in Dune
What are we afraid of, when we head to the gym? (Heading to the gym is not more scary than heading anywhere else, by nature. I find that what is true about heading to the gym tends to be true about pretty much every other place. This may be because I am a metaphor junkie.)
Sometimes we are afraid of failure. Maybe we go to the gym and we don’t end up suddenly fit and wonderful. Maybe we keep going and we don’t get the results we want and we become sure that it is because we suck and nothing can ever fix it and we should really just go get ice cream instead.
Sometimes we are afraid of success. If we go to the gym and get stronger and fitter and cuter and smarter, suddenly we might feel able to transform in other ways and in other areas of life.
I think that really it comes down to fear of change. We are used to How Things Are. Except that things are always changing. The question is whether we want to be agents or victims. I vote for agents.