It’s not OK not to try. This is what I tell my kids when they’re confronted with a task they believe is too difficult for them. But how many times do I avoid doing something hard because I’m afraid of failure? Or, once I’ve started the hard thing, how often do I get dangerously close to quitting when I bump up against a proverbial brick wall?
Too often, if I’m honest.
I’m working on a second novel. I’m still in the beginning stages, and already I’ve hit snags that leave me perplexed and discouraged. I knew this would happen before I ever started (it’s the nature of the beast), but the resulting feelings well up in me just the same: I want to bail on this project.
This realization is discouraging to me. Why am I still struggling to stick things out, to keep going, to silence the voices of opposition after all this time? Why am I tempted to not try, or worse, to try and then to give up?
I don’t know. I hope that, in time, I’ll grow up and leave behind the temptation to quit on hard things.
But what if I don’t?
If I don’t, the solution to the problem is the same–for my kids and for myself: keep going anyway. If a thing is worth it, if, in the quietude of saner moments, we’ve decided that it’s of real value, then it must be attempted.