What Are You Waiting For?

I don’t know how.

I’ve never done anything like that before.

What if I bomb and have to deal with “I told you it was a bad idea”?

What if I have to swallow my pride and ask for help?

What if I let myself down?

…

What if I pull the fuck through for myself?

I never start on an adventure without a roadmap. I’ve been used to asking for people’s opinions and weighing them heavier than my heart’s. Somehow the idea of me accomplishing anything substantial financially is out of reach. This, my friends, is why we need coaching. Because we’re all so damn brilliant. We have these big plans, we daydream about them for hours on end. We think about the lifestyle we want to live and hold out that it’ll be attainable if and when the stars align and everything is worked out. When I feel confident in myself, I’ll take risks. When I’ve saved for X number of years, I’ll move to my dream state. When I’m retired, I’ll travel the world. I’ll hold onto this job that I drag myself to every day so that I can put it on my resume so that maybe I’ll like the next job better because it’ll pay more?

When did you forget how fucking great you are? When did you forget that you can move mountains? What makes it real that you can’t possibly make it work? Shit, you never give yourself the chance to try.

I watched a video a great friend sent to me. A man spoke and something he said that stood out to me was that the pain of regret is greater than the pain of risk.

I would rather suffer as a result of "crazy" leaps than lay on my death bed asking “What if?”. Because that would be the worst what if of them all.