I had a surreal experience today. Ok, maybe it was a fearful experience. The older I get the more I feel like my doctor and my dentist should be my best friends. However, I can also say that the older I get the more fearful I am of the both of them.
Nevertheless, a couple of weeks ago, I went through a period of eating lollipops. As you might imagine, that might not be such a good idea for a 43 year old man. Sure enough, while eating lunch last week, I crunched something that wasn’t my food. It was my tooth—at least a part of it.
That’s right. I chipped a tooth, so I scheduled an appointment with my dentist and since then I have been living in fear. Don’t get me wrong. I, for one, understand the importance of going to the dentist. As a child, I went every six months for a scheduled check-up.
This time, however, something was different. I was afraid. This was not a scheduled cleaning. I kept having nightmares that he was going to pull my tooth. Oh, the idea of pain was terrifying. I hate pain. I almost cancelled the appointment just moments before leaving for his office but I decided to step into my fears.
In the end, everything turned out okay. It turns out all I need is a crown and that is not supposed to be painful. Noted author and speaker, Zig Ziglar, once said that fear is False Evidence Appearing Real. That is what happened to over the last week—false evidence.
If there is a real leadership lesson here it is don’t get so worked up over things until you know the facts of your situation.