I had another thought for the fuzzy hoper safari. Scroll down for the other six or seven.
Fuzzy hope is when you want something but you don't know what it is.
Chances are, it feels noble and good. It feels like a change for the better. It feels like building something that makes a difference, a contribution. You feel pulled to this something and you crave clarity.
But you have an enemy. And the enemy would love to nip hope in it's fuzzy bud.
You've heard and felt the enemy without recognizing it as an enemy
When you feel the pull, and you squint and yearn, the enemy says, "Who do you think you are? There's nothing there for you. You're just going to be disappointed. You'll fail and look stupid. People will laugh at you!"
The little negative narrator never shuts up. And his voice is personalized for you as if he knows what will discourage and stop you. His voice sounds like your voice. You think it's you. Since you think it's you, it seems normal and true. You never question it.
It's not you.
Some call it The Resistance. Some call it The Lizard Brain and say it's the part of your caveman brain that doesn't want you to take risks because there are saber-toothed tigers out there. Or maybe it's the devil, the enemy of everything good and positive.
Whatever it is, it acts like a friend who wants to protect you by getting you to play it safe.
As if the way things are now is as safe as it gets. Ha!
Don't be fooled. Don't believe the negative narrator who is easily understood.
Believe the fuzzy, hard to understand voice whispering, "Over here . . . over here . . ."
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