Update your fearless policy

The Bakerman found me in quite a worn out state when I answered my front door that morning. My hair was having a bad day and wouldn’t lie in place, no matter how much I brushed it. And my entire demeanour suggested I had been up all night doing something really exotic like burlesque or pole dancing. I wish…

“I’m going to have to stop reading the newspaper,” I explain as I notice him looking me over carefully. “Panic attacks again… and I thought I was over it.”

Newspapers have a tendency to exaggerate their content. To draw attention to the horrors happening in the world around us. They will nitpick any sensational item and then present it as if it’s the antechamber to Auschwitz right in our own backyard. It’s called reigning via terror. It’s immobilizing people into their fears, into docility. Follow the leader. Your government knows best.

You see we have been programmed since the age of the dinosaurs to look out for danger. Always be vigilant not to step on that snake, or to watch out for predators. Fred Flintstone had built in responses for such situations: fight or flee. We still have this programming in our DNA. What triggers it is marvelous to observe at times.

In any case, I have found that my personal freedom and peace of mind are enhanced by staying away from the newspapers. If anything big happens in the world, I’ll hear everyone else talking about it, and then I’ll have the opportunity to research that.

“Normality, little house on the prairie, peace of mind please,” I sigh as I gratefully. accept my packages of freshly baked bread and buns. Maybe it would be a nice idea to invite the Bakerman in one day for some tea and pastry. He seems like a nice man. Someone who can listen. Someone who knows how to ask the right questions.

Fear is counterproductive. I need to be continuously innovating my business and my skills. I need to feel inspired and energetic to evangalise the digital evolution. These things are important to me, and to my clients. I need to look beyond my own boundaries. Swap my meeting rooms and charts for bike rides and long walks along the blossom trails. That’s where I will find space to expand my creativity.

Without a doubt. The future is unlimited.

* Disclaimer : Any resemblance between the fictional characters in this story and any persons, living or dead, is a miracle by chance more than by choice.


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