I’m not sure what to do. It will change what the next year of my life will look like, likely longer.
Like a child reaching out to pet an animal for the first time I find myself assuming the worst. Even while the dog wags its tail and makes no threatening noises, I still coil myself, expecting the worst.
What if, like the dog who was dying for affection, my opportunity was eagerly waiting for me. What if the attitude I am approaching it with was wrong? What if the next thing you have to decide was a chance to not only meet your expectations but exceed them?
What if the next thing required you to step forward with confidence, and then it would work? This is not a belief that all opportunities are simple, or easy, but right and better than you could imagine.
What if we had more control and our approach influenced to some degree what happened next?
You’re supposed to approach a dog with an open hand and a kind voice. Cautious is good, but you have to reach out.
Opportunities are not threats. They’re chances that we take and sometimes pay off.
Don’t be afraid.