Trying

So if you’ve been following my exciting life and times, you’ll know I’ve just been moving house.

YARGH!

The stress, the drama, the exhaustion.

In the end I got a kind of decision fatigue.

Every little decision seemed wildly important and irrevocable.

Should I throw this thing out?  Or should I keep it?

I felt this angst deep in my bones and spent minutes dithering with semi broken, ancient children’s toys or sketches or books in each hand.

But the big kahuna was a gardening question:

Should I dig up the dahlias? Or would that kill them because it’s the wrong season to be digging up bulb flowers?

Lordy I wrestled with that one.

I procrastinated.

For the 5^th time I wrung my hands at a friend of mine about my dilemma.

She was leaving for a holiday – and in that brief whirl of saying goodbye (and my still managing to squeeze in a quick bleat about the dahlia bulbs) she said lovingly:

“Just TRY!”

Those words washed over me like sweet relief.

She was right!

I could just TRY.

And see what happened.

I didn’t have to assess all options or predict the future or safeguard against all ways in which it could go wrong…

I could just take a shot and see.

Is there a part of your business where you’re killing yourself with that kind of perfectionist insistence that you should somehow already know your outcome before you start?

Because we can’t ever know.

There aren’t any guarantees.

It’s ok to try.

And in fact, it’s really liberating.

See you on the road,

See you on the road,

Helen