The Big Leap and My Upper Limit Syndrome

I started writing this week. Finally. I said as a child that I wanted to write. I never have. Formally at least. I have too many limiting beliefs around being a writer. I don’t feel good enough. I don’t know what to write. Why would anyone want to read what I write? I even started a writers group with a friend about two years ago. And started scraps of writing here and there. I still haven’t even published a free eBook. I even stopped blogging for a while! Well for months really. But it never goes away. I want to write. I don’t really care what sort of writer. In fact I have so many ideas that I could write in multiple genres. Elizabeth Gilbert is my hero. Because she just writes. She writes what she feels like writing. Fiction and Non Fiction. It’s quite funny really because when I first read Eat, Pray, Love I called it self indulgent twaddle. I think I was just jealous. She just writes. And people love her writing. And she changes some lives. In my incarnation as an astrologer, my other passion, I felt the shift recently as we ended the tumultuous Uranus/Pluto square followed by two very powerful eclipses and I felt compelled to write. I started blogging. If you look back over the last two weeks the frequency is staggering after a long absence. And I actually started my first book. I took a big leap. Interestingly, at the same time, Gay Hendricks book, The Big Leap, which I first read 5 years ago, kept coming up for me everywhere....