Is The Fear Of Failure Holding You Back?

This question popped up in my mind recently. And by recently, I mean just within the past couple of minutes.  I was talking to friends on facebook listening to some music. We were talking about baseball and the MLB debut of a fellow Long Island Native, Steven Matz.  Matz had a long journey to the bigs, having gotten Tommy John surgery sometime after being drafted in 2009. And it reminds me of my situation. Clearly, I wasn’t drafted and had I been it makes my decision a littler easier. But if you haven’t read any of my past articles, I have a completely torn UCL and need Tommy John surgery.  I’ve contemplated getting it, fixing my elbow and being able to play baseball pain free again.  I’ve thought about if I get it and come back stronger than I was before that maybe there’s a slight chance at getting picked up on a Minor League team or maybe even an Independent team.

So, this train of thought got me thinking. If there is even the slightest chance of having your dream come true, taking the chance at something you dreamed about your whole life, why wouldn’t you jump at that opportunity and go for it? This doesn’t just pertain to me and it doesn’t just pertain to my dream of playing baseball. Another line of thought brought me to writing. And how I want to be an author and how I want to reach out to people. Give people hope and possibly shed a light on them when they are in a dark place.

But, is the fear of failure holding me back? Is the fear of risking the little I have right now really going to hold me back from going after the things I love? I’ve had this injury for two years now. I have contemplated surgery for the past year, wondering if it would be worth it. Wondering if I can afford to take time off from work. Like many others, I got bills to pay and missing a couple of months of work doesn’t seem like an option. So, is it fear or the lack of real options? If I am going to be 100% honest, I would have to say it is fear. The take possibly the biggest risk of my life up to this point, put everything into making one of my dreams come true and if it doesn’t work, I just fail. The effort wouldn’t matter, the time I spent wouldn’t matter. I would have failed and it would have been a waste of time.

That’s my biggest hurdle. Even with the support of friends and family that thinks that I would have a real shot…Fear is holding me back.  Just like in writing, that if I pour my heart and soul into writing and it doesn’t work out, then what do I have left? My two dreams would be failures and I would have nothing to show.  But as I write, I can hear it in my heart that do I really want to go on through the rest of my life not giving it my all? Do I really want to take the chance at regretting not trying in the first place?

So, there really are two questions here. What’s worse, not trying at all because you are afraid of failing or giving it your all and risking failure. Only one of those options has an upside. You can give it your all and fail and grow from that experience or give it your all and succeed. But if you don’t try at all, you are only failing. There is no growing, there is no experience, there is only regret.

This isn’t the most organized post, this isn’t the best I could write. This is a post from my heart and my thoughts. As I sit here writing, really trying to contemplate what I need to do and how to do it. I know that I need to do what I can, because I believe I can be successful. The fear of knowing I can fail, the fear of knowing how hard I will have to work is the only thing that is holding me, us, you back.  To beat this fear, we must be okay with failing and be okay with knowing that we did our best and gave ourselves the best chance to succeed. The rest isn’t up to us but at least we will know, we gave it our best and we will have no regrets. And remember, we are not the only ones being held back by fear, support your friends, your family, and people we don’t know. Because we know what it’s like to have Fear hold us back.

Build Up, Not Tear Down

We live in a very scary generation. This generation has the greatest tool to help people but also to hurt people.  The internet. There are a lot of helpful people in the world and a lot of good things on the internet.  But, unfortunately, there are a lot of evil people and bad things  on the internet as well.  People aren’t afraid to say anything on the internet.  They are quick to judge and insult people, tell people that they are wasting their time and they won’t amount to anything.  It is a very scary time for individuals online.

My main concern with the cyber bullying that goes on is for the younger kids. The younger kids that are very vulnerable. Even young adults who have low self esteem that just happen to run into these people that think it is fun to insult people or tell people that they don’t have a chance.  They are bitter and hurtful.  You never know who you are talking to online or in comment sections, so please talk to people in a positive manner. Don’t be the ones that gives someone a reason to give up their dream that turns their hopes into tears.

People are very passionate but fragile. They want things in life, they want to be successful. I want to be successful. You want to be successful. How would it be fair to tell people they can’t achieve something because you had a bad day or you just want to “have fun”.  Lately, I have been very vocal online. I’ve been reassuring people and giving them positive reinforcement.  I let them know that if they keep on working towards their goal that they can do it.

If you see people being negative, do not insult them either. Because that doesn’t help anyone. Keep everything you say positive. And be positive towards the person that was being bullied.  There is a lot of things people can do in this world still to make it better. We each can help them get there and we can help the world to become better with positive attitudes. Just let people know you care, you believe in them, and that they are not alone.

Change In America Depends On Us Not Them

Over the course of the past couple years we have seen a growing number of videos and court cases appear online.  These instances are becoming more and more common with each growing day.  The reason for this? Technology. But not just technology. People that want to raise awareness of the mistreatment of others.  One of the biggest public issues right now is the methods used by police officers to confront or subdue their persons of interest. I do not like to write about this stuff because it is very opinionated and I respect anyone who is willing to put others before themselves, especially in life threatening situations. But, I feel as if I need to talk about this because I see people want change but go about it the wrong way.

I see friends and strangers on facebook and other social media sites talking about how racism plays a big role in situations, especially ones dealing with officers and blacks.  I see friends saying that cops are power hungry assholes that don’t deserve respect.  This bothers me a lot. These people are willing to put other peoples lives before their own. Some may make mistakes in critical moments, some may choose between their life or their suspects life but does that mean that they are bad cops? Does that make them racist? This kind of logic is upsetting to me because people let their emotions and hatred for a group and base their beliefs on that hatred. This is not to say that there are truly bad cops out there but it wouldn’t be fair to generalize. But that is the reality of it. There are bad people in this world and there are good people. Some of those bad people are cops but also some of those good people are as well.

Now you have to believe that people with that kind of resentment towards a particular group of people have good reasons to, right? But, whenever the issue is race those people are going to be biased. The most public instances have been black males killed by officers (majority of them being white). And that has been about three (the ones that got the most media attention)? Maybe there have been more but there has also been the same instances vice versa that you don’t hear anything about because the media wants to focus on what will get the most views.  An example would be the riots in Baltimore, plenty of footage on that, but not the protests that are peaceful.   I’m not saying the cops are correct in their decisions or that they weren’t in the wrong. But, they should be given benefit of the doubt until it is proven that they did something wrong. And if they did something wrong, then the rest of  the community should not be held responsible for the actions of a select few. Not every cop is a bad person and not every bad person should be killed.

This is where I think a lot of people differ from me. I believe that in order to make a change we need to come together as a group.  Not in a destructive way like what happened in Baltimore or anywhere else in the world because that won’t improve our circumstances and it won’t invoke positive change in the community.  We need to stand together and make the best choices possible for our country. Remember, we the people have the ability to make change. It won’t be politicians who are in it for themselves. We push change by electing the best officials, standing together in protests (peacefully), and by our actions.

Meet Me In The Woods (excerpt)

My friend and I have been collaborating on a story. We both voice two different characters, a Father (My friend, John) and his Son (me).  This is just a little excerpt from the separate parts in the first chapter.  Collaborating on a story has its challenges but I feel like we have a good story and we can not wait to finish it.

“I felt a jolt in my soul and my eyes shot open. I felt like a seasick passenger on a boat surrounded by a stormy sea but I was stationary; I had sprung up from some sort of slumber and my hands were clammy and I had a cold sweat. I was sitting at the base of some sort of towering tree in a makeshift bird-like nest of moss and twigs and colorful stones. As far as my eyes could see were trees. No one tree stood apart from the other, an endless perpetual landscape of tall towering trees whose canopies plumed upwards. There was no sky, just treetops. It was like I was in the heart of the Amazon, only oddly enough there was no fauna; not an animal, bird, deer, bear, or insect to be seen.
I was alone.”

………………

“It was almost time for him to get on the plane. I was starting to cry because I am going to miss him so much.
“Adam, don’t cry, I will be back soon. “
“I know, but I’m going to miss you.”
“How about I give you my hat? That way, you won’t miss me so much.”
“Okay”.
That made me happy.
He hugged mommy and gave me a kiss before he left through a door that goes to the plane. The plane was so big, I think it could hold hundreds of people on it.
After waiting for a long time all the people finally got on the plane. When it started to move my mom picked me up so I could see better. It went so fast and started to fly up in the air. I want to be like my dad when I grow up.”

2015 New York Yankees Predictions

With opening day right around the corner I figured I would mention some of my predictions for the Yankees. I am a life long Yankees fan and some of these predictions may be hopeful but I tried my best to be somewhat realistic.

Record: 91-71, 2nd place in AL East. Wild Card spot. Lose in 6 games in ALCS.

Best Starter: Michael Pineda, 18-5, 2.87 era

Best Reliever: Andrew Miller, 31 saves, 2.25 era

Best Hitter: Jacoby Ellsbury, .320 avg, 20 HRs, 39 SB

Biggest Disappointment: Mark Texiera, 50 games played, .200 avg, Injured throughout season.

Biggest surprise: Nathan Eovaldi 15-5, 3.10 era and Ivan Nova 6-1, 2.50 era

Bold Prediction: Deadline trade for Cole Hamels.

Alex Rodriguez: .270 avg, 22 HRs

Masahiro Tanaka: 8-3, 3.50 era. Tommy John Surgery around All-Star Break.

Dear Friend (1)

I plan on writing a series of journal entries that is all part of one short story. It is going to be from the perspective of a teenager. As I post them sporadically (it won’t all be consecutive posts, though some might end up that way) I will put a number in the title to let you know which entry number it is for the story.

October 5

Dear Friend,

Hello, my name is Oliver. I’ve been in my new High School a little more than a month now.  I haven’t really been able to make any friends yet.  That is why I am writing to you now. I know I’ve never done so before, but I could really use a friend right now.  High School is pretty rough, not that you would know. People have said that High School could be tough at times for everybody but it hadn’t been that bad up until now.  At my last school I didn’t have many friends, but I did have one. And now I won’t be able to talk to him that much anymore.

Before I go on, you should know a little about me…other than my name.  I am fifteen years old.  My birthday is on September 13th.  I live with both my parents and I am an only child.  We just recently moved because my mom got a promotion at her job and we were forced to relocate.  My dad is on disability now because of an accident.  He spends a lot of time by himself now, but I don’t blame him.  The doctors said he may never be able to walk again. Must be terrifying.

But, my friend at my old school, Jack, he was like me. We were both, I don’t want to say loners because we weren’t but that’s what we were. Not really by choice, but because we were different. We liked different music, books, movies than the other kids.  It wasn’t bad, we had each other. Now, I go to school, sit by myself at lunch, don’t talk to anyone other than my teachers, and then come home. We can’t talk much anymore because our parents don’t let us have cell phones and we live too far away to hang out after school. But like I said, it has only been a month. So, although things could be better, I know it can turn around.

Thank you for listening.  I’ll look forward to talking to you more.

Once again, thanks Friend.

Proud Father (Revised)

This is an updated version of the story I first posted.  I changed it to be an actual letter to give it a more personal feeling. I wrote about real life experiences with a fictional ending.

Dear Father,

You have always been a hard working man. You worked a job he didn’t like for over 30 years to support our family.  You are a family man that sacrificed some of your dreams, sleep, and whatever else you had to so you could be there for me and my siblings.  That has made you a very happy man and I love you for that.  You have never been bitter about anything you had to give up for us.  But, even though you have always been there for us, and will always be there for us, you are a quiet man.  I know you love us but sometimes it would be nice to hear, not just on birthdays or in special occasion cards.  I set out a long time ago to make sure I could make you proud.  My goal is to hear you tell me, “I’m proud of you, son. I love you.”

You could say this isn’t a surprise or something out of the ordinary. What child doesn’t want to make their parents proud?  But for me, it’s more than that.  I could see how certain decisions and actions affects you in different ways.  I  can tell when we do something that makes you happy, makes you feel like we are on the right track. And, I can also tell when you are disappointed; When you know we are smarter than the choices we made.  Dad, you have lived life in a certain way, a way that makes me proud to be your son.  A way that makes me want to do better to make you proud. There was one time you said he was proud of me (that I can recall) but that was after I told a family member about you not saying it and I don’t think that it was a genuine moment. I feel like I haven’t been able to do that.

Growing up I always wanted to play professional baseball.  That was my dream and I felt like I could do it.  I was always one of the better players on my teams.  I always remember you telling me, “It takes more than talent to make the pros. You got to work hard every day and practice.” I knew you were right, but for some reason, I just couldn’t muster up the strength or energy to go out and work every day.  I took this dream of mine to college.  I was so sure that baseball was my ticket to a better future that I let it go to my head. I skipped class and focused on baseball.  Long story short, I got very poor grades and after my two years playing Junior College I was left with an awful GPA and no scholarships. Of course, you knew how that turned out. You took trips with me to visit colleges in hopes I could get an offer.

I tried to make you proud with my accomplishments on the field and didn’t care about what happened in the classroom.  But, another one of the things that you taught me growing up was that education is very important.  And you were right.  And after a year of trying to figure out what college to try to go to where I can play baseball, I went back to Community College. I switched majors to something I was interested in and started to work hard at my education.  I took more credits, I took winter and summer classes, and tried my best.  I wanted you to know that I was doing everything I could to make up for the mistakes I made. After starting over I was able to get my Associates in a year and a half. I was able to get a baseball scholarship to another college and I was ready to continue my hard work.

When I went away to college it was the first time I would be away from my family, “on my own”, taking care of myself with no supervision and no guidance. I thought succeeding in this environment would definitely make you proud.  I succeeded on the field and in the classroom provided it had its difficulties.  I was able to balance school, baseball, and a girlfriend and finish my degree in three semesters.  But when I got home that spring after finishing the semester, the response I got from you was, “get a job.”  I knew I needed a job, I wasn’t planning on getting my degree and then not getting a job.  But, I stuck it out with the job that I had for a few years and then got a new job the following Spring.  I knew it wasn’t what we both wanted but if you knew how hard I looked, I think you would have at least realized that I wasn’t just being lazy.

One thing I don’t like is when people make quips about my work ethic or being a free loader.  I hate borrowing money if I need to. I hate the fact that I had to get a cosigner for student loans.  I don’t like feeling like people think I’m taking advantage of people. If they knew how much I hated those things and how much I work to try to make it so I don’t need those things I think they would understand.  I appreciate peoples help but I am not someone that takes advantage of people.

I’ve lived a long time trying to make you proud of me.  I’ve had ideas and plans to be a success in my life and in your eyes but I’ve never been proactive enough to get them done.  I want to be but I just can’t. I don’t think I can ever reach the expectations I have to make you proud.  I am sorry, Dad.  I tried and it wasn’t good enough.  You deserved better. I love you.

Dear Son,
I read the letter that you left for me.  There was never a moment that I wasn’t proud of you.  From the moment I first held you, to the first time you said Daddy, and to the last time I hugged you.  There was nothing you could have done to make me love you less or make me less proud of you.  My only regrets are that you felt pressured into trying to live your life to make me happy and that I never told you my true feelings.  It may be a little late now, but you are my son, I am always proud of you, for who you were and for what you accomplished. I hope you are hearing this, Son. I am proud of you and I love you so much.

Things That People Say

Something came to my mind today that got me thinking.  People say a lot of things and I would bet a good chunk of those things aren’t nice.  Growing up I wasn’t the most popular kid or best looking or the smartest.  I had a lot of friends and I knew a lot of people but I only talked to and hung out with a close few.  So when I heard a song on the radio it got me thinking about when I was younger (or even now for that matter) about the things that not only I say but others.

When I was sitting there thinking about it I got a little upset.  I’ve said a lot of things that I probably shouldn’t have said and worse yet is that I didn’t apologize for what I said later on.  It just continued on until it “vanished”.  And then I realized that it doesn’t ever “vanish”.  I thought about things that people have said to me and teased me about.  I started to feel upset because I remembered that those things did hurt me, even the times it was said in jest.

I was/am self conscious about certain things about myself and when they are pointed out it doesn’t make me feel good. And I am sure it is like this for everyone else.  And then there are things that I am not self conscious about but others might be so just because I am not self conscious about it doesn’t mean I should make jokes about that to others because they might be.  You may not think that what you are saying will have much of an impact if any on people, I know that’s what I thought. But now I am sitting here writing this and some of the things that I have been thinking about was from ten-plus years ago.

There have been times I said something and then felt horrible enough to apologize later and I am glad I did those couple times because if it made me feel that awful about just saying it imagine how that person you said it to felt. I still feel bad about those words.  I know we all can’t be perfect and won’t always say the right things but I think we need to start to apologize more, understand that the smallest words could have the biggest impact.  Tell your friends and loved ones that you love them and let them know how much they mean to you.  I don’t do that enough either.  I have started to write letters to my relatives (near and far) to let them know that I love them and appreciate them.

There is a lot of hate in this world.  Bullies are in school and online.  People are hurting and we can do something about it.  We need to have the courage to say something, get out of our comfort zone to step in and let people know that there are people that care.

Challenges

I have not written as much as I would like to recently. And by recently, I mean months.  Some of this has to do with not really sure of what to write, but a lot of it is because of these challenges that I face.  They aren’t any real obstacles but my own mind.  Writing about it, I hope I will be able to better overcome them and maybe help others who get to read this.

I love to write, it is what I want to do as a career. I want to write stories, novels, poems, blogs and hope that some of what I write can help people with their struggles.  I always want to write but never find myself doing so.  I talk to some friends and I tell them I want to write, I have these ideas of stories but for some reason I just don’t start writing.  These challenges prevent me from sitting down and getting work done. The real challenge is my own mind.

In my mind, I feel like writing is too much work. I want to relax before work, I want to relax after work.  But then I want to play video games with my friends and then I feel like there isn’t enough time to just relax and play games.  I’ll watch television and listen to music but then I don’t write because I’ll just be distracted.  These aren’t physical challenges but challenges to overcome in my own mind.  Probably the hardest ones to overcome are the ones that come from within.

I try to think about the time I have. That there is plenty of time to be able to do the things that I want to do.  There are times I feel rushed and feel like I don’t have the time to be able to do everything that I want to do. But, in reality, there is more than enough time. Maybe it’s poor time management, maybe it’s just being young and not realizing that there is plenty of time for everything.  I think it’s a combination of those things and prioritizing what is really important in my life.

Why New Years Resolutions Don’t Stick

With every new year usually comes a New Years resolution.  Resolutions to be healthier, go to the gym, stop bad habits, etc.  And for a little while it works.  Tons of new people at the gym using weights that you could normally use without problems or people being more irritable because they said they would stop smoking or what ever it is.  People make these resolutions with the hope they will become happier or live a more fulfilled life.  For me, there was no New Years Resolution and probably will never be.

For one reason I do not like making New Year Resolutions is it creates an attitude or thought process that you cannot change your life for the better unless it is at that time of year where you have to promise yourself you will change.  But in all reality, you can change the way you live any day you want.  Now, New Year Resolutions make it so people actually make that decision to finally start it which is good but it usually doesn’t last.

Why doesn’t it last?  Well, one reason is because you’re not doing it because you are ready to make that change. The only way a change in lifestyle could really work is to be ready and willing to make the sacrifices necessary to accomplish your goal.  Doing something just because its a time to do it won’t make it a permanent change. It’s more of a fad than a commitment.

A second reason as to why you don’t stick to your New Years resolution could be because you feel alone.  It would be a much safer bet if you were to make the same commitment as another friend. Instead of facing challenges and trials alone you will have someone with you going through the same things. You both would be able to support each other through the challenges that you both face and have a much greater chance at sticking to your resolution.

There could be other factors as to why you don’t stick to your New Years resolution such as familial reasons or financial reasons but those are outside circumstances that you can’t control.  So if you are looking to make a change in your life style you need to be ready to make the sacrifices necessary to accomplish your goal and if you know someone that is wanting to make the same changes to do it with them to support each other.