I have a confession to make: I may or may not know what I’m doing.
Here, with this blog I mean. And in life too.
Truth is, a lot of the time I am just swinging at pitches hoping, like we all do, of hitting something, anything. I write about life and personal development and going for your dreams and taking action because those are the messages that resonate with me. I want and need to believe that it is possible for man to change his nature, to rise above the petty distractions of this world and claim our divine birthright. Much of the time I’m writing more for myself.
But it can be difficult sometimes. Some days it feels like it is all I can do to keep it together, to keep putting one foot in front of the other. And it scares me a little to say that out loud. And that is okay. I want to learn to not only face my fears, but in time to accept and even relish them.
That sounds crazy, right? Who in their right mind would want to embrace adversity?
I don’t. At least not yet.
My intention then, is not to avoid stumbling altogether, but to stumble forward. To be at peace with messing up. To be okay with not “getting it right” all the time. To stumble in the direction I want to go. And because I have faith in the process, I know everything will work out as it should.
So if you ever read any of my posts and think I have it all figured out, don’t believe it. I am not the expert. I have not mastered these things. Not even close. I am simply describing the ideal, how I think it could be, in hopes of helping a fellow traveler along the way.
And if you ever see me sitting beside the wayside, stop and give me a drink from your canteen. I could use it.
Because I don’t always know what I’m doing.