Doing it

Some people wish, some people do. Some people dream, some people build. Many people talk, few people do.

For many years I promised myself that I’d rather live with the regrets of what I did than with the regrets of what I wished I’d done. I told used that I only had one life and I have to make the most of it. That a life lived without purpose, is a life not lived to its full potential. That there is no such things as failure, there’s only learning and growing.

Yet, self-doubt is a wonderful personal bully. It means that though I believe all of the above to be true, it is somehow more true for others than for me. I looked at every possible reason I could find to continue talking about my wishes and dreams… and the excuses I could come up with for not taking any action are actually quite spectacular…maybe I should write a book about that…

Well, long story short tonight I ran out of excuses. I became my own best cheerleader as opposed to my own worst critic… heaven knows the world has enough of those.

So here goes… I am ‘writing’, no more excuses. And just like this I feel like I’ve conquered my own Everest. No clue where this journey will take me or where it will end, but I am excited beyond measure that it has started.