They trained us to seek out security & stability. But they didn’t tell us those things could also imprison us. That they could stifle gifts that require guts enough to leave their comforts behind… My question is, can’t it ever be OK to NOT know what to expect? To take a course of action that doesn’t guarantee what exactly life, the bank account, the retirement fund, & the future will look like?
The next time you’re hungover, or lonely, or both (like I was yesterday), & you’re tempted to let yourself off the hook, just remember this… Pain-riddled progress, tear-infused art, & neon-splattered battlefields are always worth more than a dusty unlived dream & a casualty-free battlefield that bares no signs of the kind of creative warfare it takes to bring a dream to life.
Hard to believe that, in less than 3 months, I went from dream-death & stuck in a 7-year rut, to opportunities of a lifetime & dreams underway.
85 days, 12 weeks, 2000 hours. That’s it. That’s all it took.
I ran across this writing the other day, from a year & a half before this blogging mission ever took root. Seems like I was just on the verge of epiphany then. Just at the cusp of realizing exactly the kind of boundary-free platform I sought, something I even said I would “have to build”… It basically […]
