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		<title>Overcoming the Illusion of Fear</title>
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Almost exactly two years ago, I had a karate belt test that pushed me beyond my limits.  I wrote an article called Tapping Your Reserves that captured what took place as well as the lessons I learned as a result.  But reflecting back on that experience now, I realize that in the months that passed, [...]]]></description>
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<p><a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/hisks"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-1645" title="karate_3 - sxchu - hisks" src="http://www.dianebolden.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/karate_3-sxchu-hisks.jpg" alt="karate_3 - sxchu - hisks" width="170" height="186" /></a>Almost exactly two years ago, I had a karate belt test that pushed me beyond my limits.  I wrote an article called <em><a href="http://www.dianebolden.com/ezine/2009/Nov%202009/index.html#mainbody">Tapping Your Reserves</a></em> that captured what took place as well as the lessons I learned as a result.  But reflecting back on that experience now, I realize that in the months that passed, I ended up learning more than I initially realized.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s an excerpt of that article, depicting that experience:</p>
<p style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><em>Waiting outside the dojo adjusting my mouthpiece like a horse trying to acclimate to its first bit, I quietly prepared myself, breathing slowly and deeply. After my name was called, I was ushered into a circle of black belts standing around a plastic red padded floor until I stood face to face with my opponent &#8211; one of the toughest, most intense sensei&#8217;s I have encountered as a martial arts student. Our heads were swallowed up by the protective foam of our sparring gear, exposing only eyes, cheeks, noses and lips. </em></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><em>After bowing to each other, we began to spar. I threw a few of the punches I’d practiced every week in karate class and managed to get some kicks in. But for every strike I made, it seemed my sensei threw at least three more. I continued to circle, launching a few more tentative jabs here and there. The black belts surrounding us were shouting encouragement, their voices merging into chords of indistinguishable tones. And then I felt a sharp blow to my face. I instinctively curled toward my stomach and felt a burst of fluid that was not yet visible. When the blood appeared, the sparring session was stopped and a hand appeared with a wad of Kleenex in it. </em></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><em>As I cautiously dabbed at my nose and wiped my eyes, someone asked me if I wanted to continue. I heard myself say yes. Squinting through the sweat that was dripping from my forehead and feeling my heart beating in my face, I raised my gloved fists higher and took a few more shots. Before I knew it, I was taken to the ground. I was vaguely aware that there was at least one, maybe two other black belts in the sparring match now. As I grappled on the ground, fatigue set in. I struggled to escape the choke hold, forgetting everything I had learned and feeling like a spider’s prey wriggling and writhing to escape while the grip became tighter. And then, thankfully, that part of the test was over.</em></span></p>
<p>I wrote the <em><a href="http://www.dianebolden.com/ezine/2009/Nov%202009/index.html#mainbody">Tapping Your Reserves</a> </em>article to process that experience and make the most of it.  <strong>Ironically, despite the insights I gained, in the months that followed I found myself feeling far more fear about what happened than I did on the day that I got punched in the nose.</strong>  The experience became exaggerated in my mind, a horribly warped version much like the image reflected by a fun house mirror.  The sense of accomplishment I enjoyed after having completed the test was replaced by a fixation on what it felt like to be trapped with no recollection of how to escape.  I felt the blow to my face over and over again as I replayed the events in my mind.  And it was far more painful in my memory than it was in reality.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=659"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-1646" title="fire head - freedigitalphotos - salvatore vuono" src="http://www.dianebolden.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/fire-head-freedigitalphotos-salvatore-vuono-300x300.jpg" alt="fire head - freedigitalphotos - salvatore vuono" width="200" height="202" /></a>What is amusing to me is that often fear like this comes <em>before </em>an event &#8211; as I see in my mind&#8217;s eye all manner of things that could go wrong and then magnify it until it becomes a mental picture so horrid that I would do anything to avoid it.  But this time,<strong> I was using a somewhat fictional account of an actual event to work myself into a frenzy that led me to avoid the future based on a past that was more imaginary than real.  </strong>After all, when given the choice on the day of the test, I decided to jump back in and keep going after getting hit.  My hesitance about the whole thing didn&#8217;t really set in until <em>after </em>it was over.</p>
<p>As my kids&#8217; team practices and dance rehearsals began to conflict with karate classes, I was secretly a little grateful that shuttling them from school to field to court to studio prevented me from attending with the regularity I once did. God forbid I would be asked to test again &#8211; to <em>spar</em> again.  No, not an experience I was eager to repeat.  Every time anyone referenced sparring in karate class, I felt a shudder go down my spine.  The idea of even putting protective gear on made me nauseous.  I became overly concerned with playing safe &#8211; doing whatever I could to avoid getting hit again.  But I knew at some point I would need to get over it and get back in the game.</p>
<p><strong>Gradually I got tired of being scared, of holding myself back, of playing in the shadows.</strong>  I was still afraid, but found myself growing more and more eager to face those fears and step into them.  I began to pay careful attention in the strategy sessions that were being offered.  I started to envision a different scenario than the one I was previously playing out in my head.  And I even attended a special open sparring class just so that I could put myself in the experience of facing an opponent and replacing my fear with the tiniest shred of confidence I could muster.</p>
<p>A few weeks ago, I received an invitation to test again.  I accepted.  The test is this Saturday.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m nervous.  I&#8217;d like to be a little more prepared, and <strong>I realize that no matter how much I practice, the fear will still be there</strong>.  <strong><span style="color: #000080;">But I don&#8217;t need to give into it.  I just need to stand in its presence without letting it grip and control me.</span></strong>  And I think no matter what happens in this test &#8211; even if I get knocked out  cold or do something incredibly embarrassing, I will be victorious.  Because the real battle I am fighting is with myself.   And it&#8217;s not just a sparring match.  It is a metaphor for overcoming resistance (and the illusion it creates) that keeps me from doing what I really want to do in all areas of my life.</p>
<p>In the end, the pain of holding out and playing small became far greater than the physical pain I can recall from the event that provoked the fear in the first place &#8211; perhaps far greater than any fear my little mind can conjure up.  Enough already.  I&#8217;m ready to play.</p>
<p>Bring it on, baby.</p>
<p align="center"><span style="color: #000080;"><strong><em>&#8220;Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important.&#8221;  </em></strong><strong><em>~ Ambrose Redmoon</em></strong></span></p>
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<h2>For more on Overcoming the Illusion of Fear:</h2>
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<p><strong><em><a href="http://www.pinocchioprinciple.com">The Pinocchio Principle: Becoming the Leader You Were Born to Be <img title="PinocchioPrinciple" src="http://www.dianebolden.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/PinocchioPrinciple.jpg" alt="PinocchioPrinciple" width="79" height="110" /></a></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><a title="Permanent Link to Skiing Into (and Through) Fear" href="http://www.dianebolden.com/wordpress/2011/10/19/skiing-into-and-through-fear/"><em>Skiing Into (and Through) Fear</em></a></strong></p>
<p><a title="Permanent Link to Surviving and Thriving in Change and Chaos" href="http://www.dianebolden.com/wordpress/2011/10/11/surviving-and-thriving-in-change-and-chaos/"><em><strong>Surviving and Thriving in Change and Chaos</strong></em></a></p>
<p><a title="Permanent Link to A Strategy for Overcoming Fear" href="http://www.dianebolden.com/wordpress/2011/09/20/a-strategy-for-overcoming-fear/"><strong><em>A Strategy for Overcoming Fear</em></strong></a></p>
<p><a title="Permanent Link to A New Way to Look at Fear" href="http://www.dianebolden.com/wordpress/2011/09/06/a-new-way-to-look-at-fear/"><strong><em>A New Way to Look at Fear</em></strong></a></p>
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<p>Karate image by <a href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/hisks">Kriss</a> Szkurlatowski.</p>
<p> Fire head image by <a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=659">Salvatore Vuono</a>.<span id="_marker"> </span></p>
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