I’m scared. I’ve been pondering this blog for six months. I know the commitment it will take. I’m not great on follow-through. Ask my kids how many new chore charts and parenting methods I’ve tried over the years. I get excited about something and give it my all…until I get overwhelmed with life and drop the ball on the latest greatest whatever.
I’m also my own worst enemy. I procrastinate, have guilt, shut down, and procrastinate more. Sounds horrible, right? Well, it is, but fortunately I also wake up every single day cheerful and excited to try again! I am going to take that excitement and turn it into something I have to be accountable to…this website. This is one of the biggest tries (yes I’m using try as a noun) of my life.
For the purposes of this blog I really am going to use the word try as a noun. A Try is basically a goal, but I like the word try. Sometimes the word goal has a big, scary connotation. We’re taught goal-setting techniques and we talk about our long-term goals and short-term goals…usually regarding finances or career, and failing to reach your goals is a big bad thing that sounds so negative.
Trying something is simple. If you don’t like it, no harm done. If it doesn’t work, oh well. You can try again later. Since I self-talk my way to failure and then berate myself for it, using a gentler word such as try rather than goal makes it okay for me to fail…it’s not really even failure. I just need to try again.