If we listen to the chatter in our heads long enough we hear signals. Steady beacons in a sea of whimsical, transient ideas. I should do this. I should build this. I should try this. They keep pulsing, simultaneously inspiring us and pissing us off because we’re not pursuing them.
We get good at excusing ourselves from the pursuit:
I’m too young. I’m too old. I don’t have enough experience. I don’t have enough money. I don’t know the right people. I don’t have the skills. I’m not smart enough. My idea isn’t good enough. It will take too much energy. The timing isn’t right. Others (more skilled than me) have tried and failed. No one’s ever done it. No one understands it. No one will back me. If it was actually a good idea, it would have been done already.
But at some point we get tired of the excuses. We’re realize they’re lies. No one ever feels ready. No time ever feels right.
And so one day we just stand up and start walking. With wobbly legs at first. But our legs strengthen quickly. We take our licks and we realize they won’t kill us. Momentum and confidence build.
We can’t believe it took us this long. We wish we’d trusted ourselves earlier.