Resfeber (n.) – Origin: Swedish – Definition: The restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.
I have had so many people tell me that I have been a very lucky person. I have been lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. I’m lucky that I have a job. I’m lucky that life has gifted me with so many great things. I’m so lucky. LuCk LucKluck!!
This accusation has always confused me. I used to try to argue that point. The point being that luck did not have much to do with who I was, where I was, or really, anything in my life.
What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us. – Robertson Davies
I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it. – Thomas Jefferson
I used to try to explain that I had been given opportunities. Opportunities that I chose to accept. I used to try to explain that I had been presented with choices. Choices I had to decide on and decisions I had to make. One of the biggest choices I have had to make in life was to keep moving forward and to try not to look back, dwell on the past, and have regrets for the choices I had made. This was not always easy, but the truth is, you cannot change the past, so why go there.
“Don’t look back and ask, Why? Look ahead and ask, Why not?”-Neil Patel
If Cinderella went to pick up her shoe; she would of not had become a princess.
When you have butterflies and you’re feeling anxious and you have anxiety or are nervous, that’s when you’re most powerful… A lot of people, instead of honing this power and using it, they allow it to just consume them.
I know that I have made mistakes in my life. Everyone has. I just chose to no longer beat myself up over them. I always tried my best to stand back up, dust myself off, and try .. try.. try again. Just go for it. Do it. I try to be reasonable when presented with choices. I try to make the best decisions with the situations that I have to choose from. Sometimes, the making of the decisions was nauseating. Sometimes, there were very few options in front of me. Sometimes, I had to close my eyes, hold my breath, and just keep moving.
In the end, I just made the decision and went with it. I mean, what’s the worse that could happen? Death? Possibly. However, I did the work, made the decision, took the chance… often with a great leap of faith. AND tada… here I am… and there I was… and here I am again. Would the other way have been better? I will never know. Would I even want to know?
Sometimes there are no words to help one’s courage. Sometimes you just have to jump.
Those who don’t jump will never fly.
All I can say is… the view is often more beautiful .. the life is often unexpected.. the bad is often followed by the good… the ups are often followed by the downs and then back to the ups.. It all flows in a circular pattern. It’s tipsy, topsy, turvy, and sometimes upside down. You really can’t have the best without the worst or the tippy without the toe. There is no such thing as one without the other. Take that leap and fly, baby fly.
My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm’s edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.