Douse your self-doubt in hot sauce!
How’re you feeling? Maybe like you could swashbuckle whatever the world throws at you this week? Or perhaps like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew and you could really use a nap. That last one? That might not be fatigue, it could be self-doubt.
Self-doubt sucks. And you are not alone if you ever get that gross feeling, which sometimes disguises itself as “a case of the Mondays” or procrastination, and gets in the way of you making things. Self-doubt doesn’t feel good. It can be utterly debilitating. But you know what else is debilitating? Eating too many tacos. Self-doubt is like eating too many tacos.
Self-doubt is fuel.
Imagine starting a challenging new project that electrifies you despite being a wee bit beyond your comfort zone. That’s the first taco or two. Delicious. You’re motivated! Energized! Now you’re a few more tacos in. You add a little more hot sauce. More responsibility. Big promises. You start to see a path to your goals. So good. Suddenly it all feels real.
How the queso are you going to do this?
It’s action time and you’ve got a taco-stuffed belly. At this point, it hurts to stand upright, let alone swashbuckle the world. Self-doubt is a warning system from your brain. It says, “Whoa! This is new. Are you sure about this, buddy? Let’s marinate on this for a minute.” Your brain was passionate about the tacos or it wouldn’t have let you get this far, but it wants you to digest properly before you dive in.
You can say, “Thanks for the moment of reflective self-doubt, brain, but I got this.” Or you can say, “Whoops, too much too fast. Let’s calibrate.” Either route is more productive than eating another taco.
Be generous with your tacos.
For any occasions when the self-doubt is blinding, remember that self-doubt, like tacos, gets better when shared with a friend. Because just like tacos, when you share your self-doubt with a friend or other supportive type, there will be fewer leftovers.
Telling a pal about our self-doubts give us context and remind us of those talents we forget about when we’re in a refried bean-fragranced funk. Sure, afterward you might still have a blob of self-doubt salsa on your pants, because self-doubt can get messy. But it’s only once those doubts are acknowledged out loud that you can do something about them.
We all eat too many tacos sometimes, but we can learn from it and then get a move on.