We may sometimes doubt ourselves. We become so mired in anxiety and work ourselves up into such a stressful frenzy that we become the master of our own undoing. Then what? Boom! We fail.
That failure somehow convinces us that we can never be good at whatever it is at which we’re trying to succeed. We buy into this and lean heavily on this false belief because, really, why try when we know we’ll fail, right?!?
Wrong.
You may not believe in God, but I do. And within that belief system is the root of my faith.
It’s not hard for us to take the easy way out . . . to talk ourselves into the false belief that we “can’t,” for one reason or another . . . that there’s no use in trying . . . that we shouldn’t rock the boat . . . that if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it . . . that where we are in life right now isn’t so bad. We seem to want to stay in our mediocrity. But ultimately, we know . . .
God wants us to be successful in whatever we choose.
I think success is small things that we believe in. Many many years ago I was in a workshop from work and the facilitator asked everyone to say one thing they were really good at. One woman I did not know, said she was a really good dancer. That evening we all went out to a bar and there was dancing. This woman took to the dance floor and let’s just say she was a good dancer in her mind only. I realized then if we think it that is all that matters!
Haralee, I think I’ve seen that same woman! 😀 I totally get what you’re saying about the definition of success being our choice. It doesn’t have to appear to the outer world. I think I’m successful when I don’t run from a butterfly, but to others it’s not the same measure of success. (If you knew my backstory, you’d understand my triumph if I don’t flee when a butterfly is near…) 😉