Death motivates me more than it should.
But, I’ve been around death more than others should — so it’s not unfounded.
The last thing I want to happen is to die with ideas left in my head. That’s of no use to anybody. I know all of my ideas won’t be home runs; most will be strike-outs and fly balls, some base hits, and I might even get a few RBIs. But I’m inspired by this quote from the Dalai Lama:
"Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality"
So share I will.
One limiting belief I held was that I thought that I’d run out of things to say. This is a ridiculous notion that I subconsciously believed in. By digging deeper to explain why I wasn’t writing, the fear of nothing to talk about seemed to link things together; the fear connected patterns in my past behaviors; the fear was holding me back.
What I’ve found is that the exact opposite is true. Increasing how much I write (and talk) has had an exponential positive growth in the number of ideas I have, a greater ability to link seemingly disparate concepts, and an opportunity to exercise these mental muscles that have atrophied from years of intentional neglect.