“When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this: you haven’t.” – Thomas Edison
Sometimes it won’t go the way you intend it. Sometimes you’ll make a mistake (or three). You’ll miss a deadline, you’re overestimate or under-deliver. There are a thousand-and-one ways to screw up. And at some point you’ll make that misstep.
But, it’s okay. It happens. More often than not it’s a revoverable misstep, and if it isn’t – it’s not the end of the world. No one has screwed up so badly that the world ceased to exist, because we are still here.
So let it go. Move on. It’s okay. There’s always tomorrow.
In the early stages of a panic fear takes over. A fear from not knowing much, of anything, for sure. The more information we have regarding a thing, the less fearful we become.
It comes from being huddled together in the dark, not seeing what happens just beyond the tree line. Once fire illuminated the shadows we were able to conquer those fears.
But as we are the ancestors of those early fire-starters, so too are our fears ancestors of those early shadows. It is important to light the night, and shine upon the unknown, to diminish our fears.
You want to know something? I don’t know what I’m doing.
Just about every day I ask myself twenty, thirty, fifty times, “What do I want to do? Where do I want to go?”
Sometimes that means what will I write. Other times, it’s where I want to live. Or work. Or play. And I can never answer in the long term.
There are times I feel guilty writing this blog because someone could read it. And, feeling the effects of impostor syndrome, I feel that the reader could have spent time reading something more valuable.
Yes, I try to provide value here. Tips I’ve found helpful, or stories I wanted to share. Places and things that were meaningful to me, or insights I’ve come across. But at the end of the day, it’s just me and my computer. or my notebook, and I don’t have a clue.
Thing is, no one does. Some people make more money or lead what we would call interesting lives. But they are just as lost as the rest of us, searching for answers in their own way.
I write here to practice writing. I write here to be present with something. I write here because it forces me to pay attention to the world so that I have something to write about.
But the hardest things to write are those things hit close to home. Admitting that I don’t know what I’m doing. Saying to myself, and whoever’s reading this, that it’s okay. It’s okay to not know. We’re not meant to know all the answers. It’s the journey that’s important, not the destination.
Do something. Do it well. Emulate your betters. Impress your detractors. Overcome your hindrances.
Add experiences and skills to the pages of your life so that your book will be a best-seller.
History is not made by those trying to make history. Rather, it is crafted by those trying to improve a problem.
The Wright Brothers saw the flying contraptions of the 19th Century and wondered, “What if they could be controlled while in the air?”
Thus, beginning with the Wright Glider in 1902, airplane controls saw the ability to manipulate roll, pitch, and yaw. They weren’t trying to become historical aviators. They wanted to fix a problem they identified in aviation, and they did.
The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days. – Voltaire
There are many first steps we take. Every day is a first step, if we let it be. Don’t hold yourself back. Don’t be the only block to your success, your future, or your happiness.
The rest of your days depend upon that first step.