Last year’s words still cling too much to me.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language,
And next year’s words await another voice –
To make an end is to make a beginning.” -T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
I haven’t yet reached even a three word understanding of what my aim for 2015 will be, but while I gather my thoughts over the next few days for review of the past 12 months and direction for the next, I hope you find what is below as nourishing and guiding as I have:
All signs point to you not making it.
This is when you dive in anyway.
It’s not rational. If you consider the endless factors, the variables, the possible bad outcomes – you’ll never begin.
Ignore everything. Go for it anyway.
You know what you need to do.