The older I get, the more my limitations surprise me. You know that phrase, “You can be anything, but not everything”? Every time I read that mantra, I find myself inwardly rebelling.
“WHAT??!?!?” screams my determined dreamer mindset. “Who says?” (That’s the playground throw-down talk coming out.)
This quickly escalates to “NOOOOO!!!!” (Tantrum.) Followed by “They LIED to me!” (Who? Who lied to you? Your parents? They told you you could be anything you wanted to be, not everything you wanted to be.)
So rationale sinks in, with a little bit of irritation. “FINE. If I can be anything, but not everything, then what do I want to be?”
That’s where the temptation to chase every bright and shiny idea comes along. Try on all hats, because they all look pretty, right?
At what point do the distractions of hat-trying-on become excuses for actually doing something? It’s safer to live in the realm of pretty hat shop than in the realm of reality, out there with the people who have actually picked a hat out, and are owning it. The people who have pushed passed some limits, and cautiously embraced other limits and used them to their advantage.
It takes courage to become who you really are.