Or, we lost enthusiasm for the idea, lost support for the project, the team fell apart, somebody moved, somebody got sick, the budget got cut, a competitor did it, a competitor did it better than we could have imagined, somebody had a different idea . . .
And, sometimes – we made it into a bigger and better idea.
Starting anything is hard.
One part ‘one foot in front of other’, one part ‘get off the couch’, one part ‘why do I want to do this?’.
So often we do things – whether it is starting something completely fresh or doing something completely routine – because we don’t stop to question it. We do it because we’ve always done it, or because we’ve been doing it so long it seems like always. It’s a habit. A good habit, or a bad habit? Good question.
It might be what the boss wants, expected or requested.
It might be what the children want, expect or request.
It might be a partner request, or a wish, or a demand.
Or, it might be what we (us, me, you) want to do.
Whether we want to lift a box, or someone it is no different than raising a question, or some metaphorical bar. I never liked high-jump. I preferred the broad-jump. I wasn’t better at it, but I liked the name of it. In any case, jumping is involved. Moving our stationary self from one point to another be leaping.
When we were children, leaping was fun. Leaping brought about laughter, and cheers, and occasionally a skinned knee and tears. Washed up and bandaged up, we went right on leaping the first chance we got.
Running and jumping are natural parts of development for young bodies and minds.
Why did we stop?
I’m not suggesting we become frenetic A-D-D-types.
We CAN plan.
We CAN strategize.
We CAN deliberate.
But then, we need to do some leaping.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: -4C / 24F, half-cloudy, half-blue, Gusta pulling hard while I skate to clean walks; pedestrian encounters challenged our equilibrium, lots of hunger lookin’ squirrels around suggest that spring-ish conditions aren’t far away