Each time a magic moment shows up in conversation, some twist on identifying or solving some problem – or just simple recognition of unmet need/niche, noticing some thriving business is doing many things badly while sill raking it in.
In those adrenalin generating ‘ah+ha’ moments, I ask …
Is it real?
Is it worth it?
Can I win?
These long-ago learned ‘self-talk salesman questions’ still enter my mind, albeit briefly, each time new ideas and fresh inspirations arrive, invade or take up residence. While those questions are still valid, my values have changed both in terms of how I approach this world and how I interpret the value of those questions.
Real for who?
Define ‘worth it’.
Define winning …
What held me back in my youth was lack of experience, not feeling supported, not feeling validated. When we are young we recognize what we don’t have, but more significantly – we undervalue all that we do have. Each moment of self-doubt, each skill-deficit, each failed attempt at anything, each blunder or stumble were building blocks of a person we were building. As we move to the middle of life we have some basic structure but we keep doing interior renovations – keeping the landfill busy, keeping our blood and our money in circulation as we’ve searched for meaning and value.
Our life MUST have value to be worth all this time, all this trouble. Value for who? Or is that ‘for whom’?
If we believe we can, we can. If we believe we can’t, we can’t. Dream large. Aim high. Don’t quit. Success and survival are intertwined yin-yang interrelations. Feeding ourselves, feeding our engine, feeding others – if not that, why live?
Giving ourselves, fueling and feeding others – if not that, why live?
These are more than reasons for living, doing, trying, working, helping – they are how we spin tiny threads into strong rope, how we pull strength together.