i wonder…

how many of us never take the chance – to really go for it – to pursue our passion (which can certainly change), for fear of failing at it?

perhaps, because failing at the one thing (since we made it just one thing) we really, always, desperately wanted to be/do presents somewhat of a conundrum:

if we do fail, then what?

so, a part of us always finds a way to keep it just out of reach:

oh, when i feel ready… must prepare, prepare, prepare…
oh, when i can afford it… must buy lottery tickets…
oh, i can’t make any money at it, so i have to make it a side thing… and just work a normal job…
oh, i can’t make a decent living at it, so who would want to date/love/marry me? i’m not worthy…
oh, i’ve tried (a little) here and there over the years, and nobody seems to give a shit
oh, when i can find the time… i hate my job for draining all of my energy and motivation…
oh, i wish i could… then i would finally…be…happy.
et cetera.

we can be quite clever in our clamouring, and much ado about nothing.

just begin. where you are, who you are, what you have, is perfect. it’ll change. teachers will manifest. opportunities will appear. setbacks will happen. life will occasionally suck. you might find there is actually something more aligned with your heart along the journey. you might inspire others with your courage, experience, trips, falls, and successes (not imagined nor embellished ones, mind you; be real). you might give up, wear out, get bored, frustrated, lost and depressed.

so what?

you are here, now. that matters. there are so many minutiae and universal laws at play to make you exist in the way that you do, that you’re already enough, just being. remember the adventure of it all. dive in some more…

love your life,
tb