A few days ago, I started panicking: It kind of came from out of nowhere.
Pacing around the living room. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. I was fine last week, so what was the big deal now? I couldn’t focus. My mind was racing and trying to control something I had no control of. That was the problem: control.
I got anxious while watching the TV show “Shark Tank,” and instead of looking at the various participants’ sales pitches and criticisms as teaching points, I began focusing on what I didn’t have. Just a week ago I was selected to be the CEO of a production company my friends and I created. I began thinking, “What did I know about production?” “Who told me I could create a company?” All these people that went to school and were trained artists and writers that didn’t make it in the television industry. And here I am, a trained emergency medicine doctor doing something that I wasn’t trained to do.
My mouth was dry, and my heart started to beat faster. The crazy thing was that this was a familiar feeling that I had experienced many a time before. Each time I started something new or had a minor set back, I would feel like this. I wasn’t allergic to hard work. I could sit and study and work for hours. But failure was something that I had always had a hard time with. It made me a little angry.
If I could feel myself getting angry. Then I would dismiss it and act like it wasn’t something I really wanted. But in private, I felt like kicking myself for not being more advanced.
I felt the same way when I played my family in checkers as 7-year-old and hit all of the pieces off the board when someone “double jumped me.” Same thing happened when I started running track in high school, and a girl that I thought was a little on the chubby side ran past me running up a hill in cross-country practice at Ft Greene Park. My freshman year of college; first 6 months of medical school; residency; rough times in relationships; the list goes on and on. But eventually the feeling would start to dissipate.
Sure, friends and family and mentors would offer encouraging words. But I had to be open and receptive to receive the advice and goodwill. The anger would be internalized and fester. The day’s failures would play on repeat almost to the point of analysis paralysis only augmenting the fear I was experiencing. Problem with analysis paralysis is that I’d over analyze to the point that I wouldn’t do anything. How could I do something if it was less than perfect when it came out? Stupid way of thinking, but on occasion our thoughts can get the best of us. Fortunately, half of the time, I have a short attention span and will forget what I’m mad about. The most consistent time this feeling would go away was after I finished a workout. My mind would be still and calm.
At the end of December, I started taking regular martial arts again and enrolled in Brooklyn Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I’d walked past the edifice on Myrtle Ave many a time since it opened but never thought about going in until recently. I dodged the phone calls from the dojo because I didn’t know if I could commit to going. The real reason was that I was anxious about starting all over again. Starting from scratch. An old-ass “white belt” student taking martial arts with some 10 year olds. I felt like I needed to be advanced. Maybe if I studied independently then I would feel better about coming in with a better fund of knowledge than some of the other little kids. I was fearful about being bad at something … again.
I remember someone told me a few summers ago that, “You can’t be mad at yourself or other people for being where they are.” I needed to take heed to that advice, because I was doing just that– being mad at myself for being a beginner. Besides, there were other adults in there that were starting out from scratch just like me.
I decided to go in to the class. Clean, super starched white gi (Cotton uniform worn in various schools of martial arts), fresh out of the plastic bag. I didn’t even have a white belt. I had to earn the white belt! Aww man – smh.
I walked out onto the mat and met the instructor along with some of the other students that had the same nervous look that I had and took some deep breaths. Maybe it was the tranquility of the dojo. Maybe it was the first step onto the mat that was the first step to letting go of unnecessary expectations I had historically been placing on myself in all walks of my life.
After a while on the mat, it didn’t matter. I was where I needed to be. I wasn’t thinking about where I was or where I thought I could be in the future. I was reminded of coming back to the present (besides not paying attention might get you hurt in a martial arts class). My business partner was talking about how some entrepreneurs want to fail as quickly as they could when they started their businesses not because they were thinking in a self-destructive matter but they wanted to learn from their mistakes early on and move forward.
It’s a magical moment when you let go of things that don’t serve a purpose for you any more. In my case, it’s the fear of the unknown. I’m not a big New Year’s resolution kind of person. But I am looking forward to new beginnings.
Peace Out!
– Dr Rob
Dr. Rob Gore is an emergency medicine physician in Brooklyn, NY. He is also the founder and executive director of the KAVI (Kings Against Violence Initiative), a youth violence intervention, prevention, and empowerment program. Most recently, he is co-founder of the Global Empowerment Project, a docu-series focusing on travel and philanthropy through community projects.
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Fear is so powerful and so gripping…it can really stop you from doing the things you love, doing what you know is right or allowing good things to come. I totally get it Dr. Rob….removing those things that serve no purpose..ridding yourself of those things that hold us back..whatever that may be…this is an important step towards a new beginnings…
Well written.. There is such beauty in the vulnerability that exist through our not knowing.. Our most triumphant moments in life occur on what I like to call the “trust walk”. We have to surrender in the moment that our trust in a particular person, place, or situation is all that we have..when we remove fear and worry from the equation, we open ourselves to all of the magic that the universe holds for us…
Doc, your feelings were not drawing upon fear, but an assessment of your journey and where you want to take your strolls, flips, tumbles, hops and runs.