I’m working on a new venture, one that has me scared and excited and (mostly) scared. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and this afternoon I made a very important decision about this effort.
I’m telling the voice in my head to kiss off.
You know that voice – the one that says you’ll never succeed, that the odds are against you, that you don’t know what you’re doing, that you don’t have what it takes, that you’re not smart enough/experienced enough/talented enough/marketable enough, that so many people who are smarter/better/more experienced/more talented/bigger/faster/stronger than you have tried and failed, that voice that never, never, NEVER shuts up. Three-year-olds have nothing on that voice.
That voice can kiss my keystrokes.
Maybe I won’t succeed. Maybe there are thousands of other people out there that can do this better/faster/more successfully than I can.
But none of them are me. And if I don’t try this now, I probably never will. So what if I have to end the summer selling race programs at Prairie Meadows?
At least I can tell the voice in my head that I tried. And that’s what counts most of all.