The fear of failure is a compelling argument for ambition. But I don’t want it to be mine, as I recently discovered it to be, at least partly.
I want to laugh at the future. I want to stomp all over my plans because I make them, and not the other way around. I want to move without contemplating, plan without worrying, jump without fearing.
I don’t know how to do that right now. I may never get out of this place. But I refuse to stop moving and doing and pursuing because of the prospect of never being able to get out of this.
So. Here I am.
New doubt always accompanies new territory. But so does new awe and wonder and limits.
I wanna know what you think