It takes courage to allow yourself to be lucky. I’m totally serious. Recently I had a couple of conversations with a friend about people that seem poised on the edge of greatness, only to consciously or sub-consciously sabotage themselves. Why the hell do we do that? Why is it that we equate the lucky with the un-deserved? Isn’t it possible that a great universe finds ways to reward those that risk ridicule and scorn to pursue something, no matter what that something might be? Is the act of announcing one’s intentions sufficient for the universe to help make it so?
No, I’m actually not high at the moment…why do you ask?
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newscoma // July 16, 2007 at 6:02 am
Great post, Mack. Food for thought and I did write about it.
Hope all is well in your version of Hooterville.
chez bez // July 16, 2007 at 7:45 am
I love this post. I’ve done a bit of self-sabatoge in my day and have recently found nice rewards in trying despite the risk of failing.
Mack // July 16, 2007 at 9:41 am
Thanks for stoppin by, y’all. Coma, then I’ll go read your take.
Chez Bez, I’m somewhat risk adverse these days, and I can’t say I care for it. Seems I was happier when took a flyer on something. At least career-wise, anyway.
newscoma // July 16, 2007 at 1:46 pm
See, I’m not risk-adverse these days and, you know, it’s weird.
But, I have to process it all.
I could come and farm your land, but, alas, you would fire me for being on the innertubes to much.
And yeah, I did link to your hiney over at B’s. Heh.