I’m
scared.
I’m
scared that my abilities are gone.I’m scared that I’m going to fuck this up.
And
I’m scared of you.
I
don’t want to start, but I will.
This
is an invocation for anyone who hasn’t begun,who’s stuck in a terrible place between zero and one.
Let
me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my
future performance.They’re just healthy little fires that are going to warm up my
ass.
Let
me not hit up my Facebook like
it’s a crack pipe.
Keep
the browser closed.
If
I catch myself wearing a too-too (too fat, too late, too old) let me shake it off like a
donkey would shake off something it doesn’t like.
And
when I get that feeling in my stomach you know the feeling when all of a sudden you get a ball of energy
and it shoots down into your
legs and up into your arms and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich,that’s my cheese monster talking.And my cheese monster will
never be satisfied by cheddar,only the cheese
of accomplishment.
Let me think about the people
who I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me…I still love
them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them. Let me extend that generosity
to myself.
Let me find and use metaphors
to help me understand the world around meand give me the strength to get rid of them when it’s apparent
they no longer work.
Let
me thank the parts of me that I don’t understandor are outside of my rational control like my creativity and my
courage.And let me remember that my
courage is a wild dog.It
won’t just come when I call it, I have to chase it down and hold on as tight as
I can.
Let
me not be so vainto
think that I’m the sole author of my victories and a victim of my defeats.
Let me remember that the unintended
meaning that people projectonto what I do is neither my fault or something I can take credit
for.
Perfectionism
may look good in his shiny shoesbut he’s a little bit of an asshole and no one invites him to
their pool parties.
Let me remember that the impact
of criticism is often not the intent of the critic,but when the intent is evil,
that’s what the block button’s for.And
when I eat my critique, let me be able to separate out the good advice from the
bitter herbs.
There
are few people who won’t be disarmed by a genuine smile.A big impact on a few can be
worth more than a small impact
Let me not think of my work only as a stepping stoneto
something else,and if it is, let
me become fascinated with
the shape of the stone.
Let
me take the idea that has gotten me this far and put it to bed.What I am about to do will not
be that, but it will be something.
There
is no need to sharpen my pencils anymore.My pencils
are sharp enough.Even the dull ones will make a
mark. Warts and all.Let’s
start this shit up.
And god let me enjoy this. Life isn’t just a sequence of waiting
for things to be done.
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