So my childhood home has pretty much not changed since I was a child. Besides a few cabinet changes and new carpet being placed, it's the same place it was since I graduated high school in 2000. I've walked down the same steps to go to school. To go to work. To go to the store. To go to prom. To go to graduation. The same 16 steps. I know the pattern. 4, turn, 4, turn, & 8.
It's amazing to me that even knowing the pattern, even knowing the total number of steps, there are many times that I find myself stuck on a step. I stop on step # 4 and cautiously step out making sure the next step is there. Crazy, right? I've done this routine my entire life and yet I still question if I am right. One of the many days that this happened to me, I laughed and thought to myself, wow if you are scared to complete something that you know the result, how will you ever take a step for the unknown? Ouch! I sat in that for a little bit and my mind wandered on how doing the unknown only gets more difficult as you get older. Now you are more stuck in your ways, now you have more responsibility, now you are more concerned with positive results, now you are more concerned with dealing with failure. Good God. If you don't do it now, when will you ever do it? I don't know.
I think we constantly need to be reminded to go for it. I think we need to challenge ourselves that knowing the outcome doesn't make it better. Sometimes the greatest things come from not knowing what will happen. Expecting the unexpected can be scary of course but the result can be spectacular. So I decided to now close my eyes going down these steps and not count them. So if you see me on the news cause I died falling down my steps blame it on this blog.
#dearSteps I got this.