|Comon, get up. Start now.|
In other words, I made excuses.
I could have already achieved so much more in my life, yet I prolonged my progress and wasted so much time. I think I was afraid of success more than failure. What I mean by that, is that I was so concerned that the more successful I became, the more exposure of myself to others. In my mind the "bigger" I became, the more vulnerable and susceptible to criticism and scrutiny. I wanted one without the other, but life doesn't work that way. If I want the victory I have to endure whatever comes with it. And while I'm still a bit uncomfortable with that, when life happens to you, you tend to throw all that selfish thinking out the window. You get to the point where you don't care anymore about what anyone says or thinks about you. It was never about me in the first place. Nevertheless, I have come to the realization that I will have to take the negative with the positive if I am to make a worthwhile impact with people. If that means being vulnerable, so be it as long as people know that they are not alone in their pain, fear, doubt, humiliation, depression, anger, all of that, then I'm successful. I'm trying to please God. I'm no longer in the people-pleasing business.
It's time to roll. It's time to make some things happen. It's boldness time. It's process time. It's "let's go" time. I refuse to be another SOM person, because those Mondays come and go. Then before you know it, years pass and other people are living out your dream and doing what you were supposed to do.