Iâve reached a stage, a point, a crossroads â whatever you want to call it â in my âcareerâ, and I donât know if I should be happy or sad about it.
For most of the time Iâve been at this, I firmly believed that I was just a book, or a seminar, a software program, or maybe even a chat room away â away from making it. Of course deep down inside I knew better, but a person can hope, canât he?
I believed that some kind soul would tell me how itâs done â divulge all the secrets. Along the way I ran in to a snake oil salesman or two, a few people whoâs ideas were so convoluted I never understood what they were saying, and probably more than a handful who had good intentions and something worthwhile to pass on.
I remember ordering books, and all but standing out by the curb waiting for the FedEx truck to come by â or signing up for a seminar, and counting the days until it began. But I canât remember âdiscoveringâ the secret â the surefire, canât miss secret. A reasonable man would have concluded that it was all a waste of time, effort and money â and maybe it was.
I guess there really isnât any secret to it â aside from hard work and common sense. In some ways thatâs disillusioning â in others itâs like being set free. That old grump who threw me out of his room was always saying âfind something that speaks to you.â Heâs right of course. It sounds a bit simplistic, but itâs undeniably true.
So Iâve reached that stage, that point, that crossroads that should have been obvious a long time ago â the realization that at some point you have to stop looking for help, and just rely on yourself to finish putting the puzzle together.
Itâs at once liberating and at the same time frightening â but itâs the way it isâ¦
