"You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down a long wiggled roads at a break necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear toward a most useless place. The waiting place..."
Anyone who ever graduated anything is familiar with Dr. Seuss's Oh, The Places You'll Go. I'm also sure that even if this book has never crossed your path the waiting place isn't a foreign concept. It isn't for me. I've been there. I've been waiting for "the bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go a phone to ring or the snow to snow." I've been waiting for my ship to come in or that sign to appear.
That place is full of fear. It's a place where I've been replacing my dreams with everything else. Why? At first I thought it was because I couldn't do it. The problem with that is how do you know that you can't do something if you don't try? Then I thought I was afraid of success. What would I do if it actually worked. Well I would figure it out. Thats what. It's kind of a ridiculous back and forth with my thoughts. That's when I realized that it wasn't anything like that. My dream has been growing in my head for nearly 10 years. 10 years!! I'm at a point in my life where I can actually take the leap. The scary part is what if I fail? If it fails I have failed. As long as it is just a dream in my head there is no failure. I may have never succeeded but at least I never failed. That's some sick thinking, right?
I'm itching right now. I can taste my dream. I can see it with a clarity that I never have before. The question is what do I want to do? Do I keep the dream alive or do I make it a reality? Do I want to be at the end of my life and wonder what if?
Have you been in this place? What did you do? I think I'm going to follow some Dr. Seuss advice: