Kelly had that quote up there (from Paulo Coelho) on her blog the other day, and that puppy just about smacked me in the face.
There's something you should know about me - I am the type of person who wants a lot of things for myself. I'm not talking about the latest clothes or shoes, here - I'm talking achievements. I'm also the type of person who will not stop until I accomplish those things, or until I've gotten where I want to be. If I want something, I will work until I get it. If I want to do something, I will do it. If I want to accomplish something, I will accomplish it.
Lately, though, I've been a little apprehensive. I've thought a lot about certain things, but have decided for myself that I'm not ready, that it's not worth the risk.
Excuse my French here, ladies (and gents), but that attitude is a load of freakin' bull crap. Why do we think like that? How in the world do we know whether or not we are ready for something unless we try? Who are we to decide that something is not worth the risk/effort/work it would take?
These things, the ones that I've been thinking about... I can't get them out of my mind, no matter how many times I tell myself those things above. It's like they are constantly in the back of my mind, trying to push their way to the forefront of my thoughts, but part of me is shoving them back, yelling at them to get out.
