Why do we underestimate ourselves so much? Is it out of fear? So we don’t disappoint ourselves?
I was born with a huge imagination and with that came a knowing. A knowing of just how much I could accomplish. Lots of things pile on and make it seem impossible but deep down I still have my voice telling me to just do it because I’ll succeed. So I’m not exactly sure what the answers to my aforementioned questions are. What do I let stop me from following my dreams? Maybe that’s just fine. Maybe it’s in the asking that I’ll make a difference in my life or yours.
When I write something here, I like to help. I like to give some sort of advice or tricks or inspiration. Me asking a question and not giving an answer used to seem wrong. Unfinished and unsatisfying.
A wise friend said this the other day and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
“Maybe you’re not supposed to be the one with all the answers, just the questions.”
My favorite uncle, Tony Robbins, says you have to ask quality questions. I agree.
I don’t need to help everyone all the time, including myself. Just because I don’t know exactly what needs to be done next doesn’t mean I’m stuck and creating nothing.
I don’t need all the answers.
I don’t need to be perfect to help people.