If I waited for certainty to show up before I went after what I wanted I still wouldn’t know how to tie my shoes, ride a bike or French Kiss.
Certainty is what I waited, waited and waited for as a young chump who had time to wait.
I was always WAITING!
Waiting for…
More money
More time
More credibility
More strength
More skills
More network
More abs
More! More! More CERTAINTY!
I was waiting my life away!
Then one day…
I got a phone call.
My dad died.
Somehow…
This turned out to be the moment I was waiting for to STOP WAITING!
Because my dad’s death DEMONSTRATED to me in full color…
There is ONE CERTAINTY I can count on: DEATH!
One day…
It will be MY turn.
I will be lowered 6 feet into the ground and someone will shovel dirt on my casket.
So I stopped waiting…
I started.
I failed.
I started again.
I failed again.
I started over and over until one day I finished something!
And you know what?
That day some certainty FOUND ME!
3 years after my father’s death, I had just about everything I REALLY wanted.
It happened that fast after I stopped waiting for certainty.
Waiting is where dreams go to die.
Certainty only came AFTER I’d DONE something fifty eleven times…NEVER before.
Get ‘er DONE!
Rooting for Ya,
Travis