The Main Event
It struck me recently that I’m not waiting for my close-up anymore.
There is no more preparation needed. No more long period of dues paying. No more excuses that I can throw out: “oh I could pursue my dreams if only X were true”. X is true. All of the preconditions to accomplishment in my life have already been fulfilled. It’s time to man the fuck up.
Fascinatingly, this makes me simultaneously afraid of both success and failure. Part of me wants to run screaming, to find some other reason that can act as a barrier to the uncomfortable truth that it is simply up to me now to succeed. There is no one else to blame.
I know what I need to do. I don’t need anyone’s permission to do it. I just have to put in the work, and be brave enough to make it happen.
