Tuesday, November 5, 2013


I put limits on myself all the time. There is a little voice in my head that says things like: I can't ride fast, I can't ride far, I can't climb hills, I'll never write a mystery novel.

The limits come when I listen to the voice. They give me permission not to try those things.

The voice speaks out of fear--of failure, mostly, which sounds like it should be easy to overcome, but it is not. Maybe the fear never goes away. I have no real control over it, after all.

I can control the limits.


  1. Or at least be aware of them. Which allows you to decide to try, fear or failure or no. And that's a big step.

  2. Put on your wings and fly! I think I can I think I can.


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