As I read some of my posts from the past, I’m surprised at what I was able to write, my poems and insight into my life. I wonder why I can’t do that all the time. I read my Yuletide poem and I can’t believe that I wrote it. I’ve tried since then, but nothing good comes of trying. Maybe its a lack of inspiration, or muse if you will. Maybe its that I’m too critical. Maybe its that I’m not investing enough time.
Honestly, though, I think its a lack of drive. I could do so much if I applied myself and put the effort into it. If I took a chance, gambled with my life, and moved forward.
This applies to so many of us. Instead of moving forward and doing something, we hide behind our fear of failure, and stay in the safe zone. Yes its safe there, but there’s no high time either. There’s no real joy.
So here’s the challenge: Do something you’re afraid of. Make a gamble.
