Too bad today's letter isn't Q because quit starts with Q.
But today's letter is F for flaky and fear and failure.
For almost cough-47-cough years I've been trying to figure out what I want to be when I grown up. The problem isn't that I can't think of anything to be, I can think of lots of things to be besides old and cynical, and a chocoholic, but nothing that I want to do more than a few months. At best.
I was going to be a nurse, mostly so I could wear scrubs, but then I kept accidentally taking my daughter's medicine after her surgery. She'd ask for it, and I'd take it. Then she'd say, "Aren't you going to get me my medicine?" And I'd say, "Stop whining. I feel good. Why can't you?" Then I'd walk around in circles, put groceries in the dryer and cry watching dog food commercials.
So yeah, I got that flaky thing going on and I also have this big thing called FEAR. It stops me from doing all kinds of things like going into my kid's bedrooms in the basement, cleaning the fridge, and surfing.
And it steers me away from doing things that I'm pretty sure I want to do when I'm not taking my daughter's meds. One of those things might be writing--more than a grocery list--although that scares the heck (yes I'm a Utah girl) out of me too, because then I'm actually committed to doing something with that food I bought or turning it into a 5th grade science fair project.
So, I need to work on not letting the fear stop me from doing stuff that I feel I'll fail at.
Thomas Edison was good at trying and failing.
“I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.”
“We often miss opportunity because it's dressed in overalls and looks like work”
Vision without execution is hallucination.”