Of all sad words of mouth or pen,
the saddest are these:
it might have been.
If I had a nickel for everyone who's said to me, "I'm going to write a book someday," . . . wait a minute, QE597 just made those nickels completely worthless. Let's start over.
If I had a dollar for everyone who's--scratch that. Stupid dollars aren't worth anything either. I mean seriously, have you been to the Dollar Tree lately?
Okay. Reset. If I had a Godiva dark chocolate truffle for everyone who's said to me, "I'm going to write a book someday," I'd be a bloated happy person with candy wrappers covering my naked body up to my neck.
Sorry for the visual.
My point is, don't just say you're going to write a book, or you're going to run a marathon, or you're going to herd llamas on the Serengeti Plain. Do it. Yeah, I know, you might have to break a sweat on your pristine little brow, but grab a hankie and do it. And if hankies gross you out, use a paper towel.
If there's a passion in your heart to accomplish something on this side of heaven, waiting for the right time, the perfect set of circumstances, or a good hair day isn't going to help you reach that goal. Why? Let's take these point by point . . .
There is no guarantee of a right time.
If you put off your dreams for a time that's "right," it may never come.The only time you're guaranteed is right now. These breaths. The ones you're using at this moment. Life is a vapor, my friend. Don't wait. You want to write a book? Start penning a few words every day. Be able to run a marathon? Get your butt off the couch and jog twenty feet down the sidewalk. Whatever your goal is, start today with a baby step toward reaching it.
The perfect set of circumstances will not happen.
Newsflash: we live in a fallen world. There is no perfect. Even my grilled cheese sandwich was a little on the burnt-side of brown at lunch today. You'll never have enough money, fit into the skinny jeans hanging at the back of your closet, or enjoy a premium health care package all at the same time. Stop looking for the planets to align and work toward your dreams anyway.
Good Hair is overrated.
What passion is burning in your heart? Go for it. Don't make me put on my cheerleader mini-skirt and do back-flips all over this blog. My thighs are too chunky. Just doggone do it.
What? You're still here?