Pursuing a dream can be a nightmare. There are days when nothing goes right. Every direction you take leads to a dead end. Everywhere you turn you run into a brick wall. You find yourself racing in ever decreasing circles and there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel. The tank is empty and all you want to do is lie down at the side of the road and pretend you never started out on this interminable journey.
Those who succeed are not the most talented, the most beautiful, the most virtuous. No, those who succeed are the most pig-headed, the most stubborn, the most persistent. It’s not pretty, but it’s effective. We are the team who play terribly the whole match but still somehow manage to win 1-0. We score last second touchdowns, scrambling about in the mud but still managing to conjure up a win from somewhere.
Some call us lucky but there is probably no bigger insult for luck suggests this is something beyond our control. There is no luck involved in turning up every day, clocking in even when you don’t want to, and putting the work in. Day after day, week after week. Pushing and probing, celebrating every small gain and dusting yourself down and starting again when you land flat on your face to the joy of the ‘I told you so’ brigade.
There are days I don’t want to get out of bed, days when I think ‘what’s the point?’ Yet still I stare down my keyboard, dispel the voices telling me I’m no good, and start to type. This is one of those days. Every day is one of those days, yet here I am. Writing. And if I can do it, then so can you. All you need do is turn up and leave the rest to the talent within, the talent that sets you head and shoulders above the rest of the crowd. Do it.