I remember a day that happened ten years ago. I was a twenty-year-old college student. And I was pacing my apartment, fidgeting with my phone. I had a number dialed in, but I struggled to hit the little green “call” button. My finger hovered over the button and retreated as I tried to psych myself up. I was trying to get ready…
That day, I was trying to get ready to call a girl I had met recently. A lot more pacing, sweating and rehearsing went on before I hit the button and called my wife on the phone for a first date.
I shudder to think of all the time I have wasted trying to psych myself up, trying to get “ready” to do something. I have paced my rooms and whispered to myself, just trying to summon a scrap of courage.
And you know as well as I do that we never actually feel ready. We don’t get on our mark. We just go. We start something new. We tear off running without knowing where we will end up. Some of the most poetic moments of my life have been the most spontaneous. But that feeling that I’m not ready always tries to creep back in, sapping my creativity and my will to try something new.
This week, try something new. Don’t think about it. Just do it.
I dare you.