I think I found my new mantra.
I recently decided to find a few piano students in the new neighborhood we moved to. This shouldn’t be a big deal. I’ve taught piano before and I’ve built a thriving piano studio from scratch when we lived in another state. My mistake was in thinking that this time it would be easy. Yesterday, I went to hang some flyers around, and I felt like I was going to die. My brain went wild.
People are going to think I’m silly. Or money hungry. Or unqualified. Or maybe they’ll think my flyer looks unprofessional, or maybe it’s too small. Nobody wants to learn to play the piano. It’s a terrible time to look for piano students. I should go back home and eat lots of cereal instead of hanging flyers. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I should check Facebook right now.
Now that I’m looking back on it, I remember that these are all just thoughts and totally optional. And then I remind myself that no one ever died from imaginary or actual judgment from others.
Today I listened to a podcast I’d never listened to before today. I don’t think it was an accident that the topic was how to stop hiding. And there I pictured myself, hiding in my house, and avoiding Being Seen.
I’m not going to let those thoughts win because how sad is it to hide in order to avoid some imaginary pain, instead of doing something I truly enjoy and that adds to my community in a positive way?
It’s on a sticky note on my desk now. Be Seen.
Be me, no matter what. Don’t hide because I have insecurities. (Lots of them.) Be okay with the fact that they’ll probably always be there.
Be Seen Anyway.