So you know I’m a huge fan of taking shots. I’ve written about it in a previous post. I boost my friends’ heads and tell them to chase their dreams. I chase my own dreams. I sort of live by the motto that I’d rather regret the things I’ve done than regret the things I didn’t do. It’s a “sort of” situation because I have a strong lazy spirit deep down on the inside of me, and I don’t get around to doing everything on my to do list. For the most part though, I go for it – whatever it is. Basically, I’m out here living life for a few reasons. One is that I’m so scared of getting to my death bed (at age 132) and being sad about not doing what I really wanted to do. Another is that I want to capitalize on the gifts God gave me. I’m even more scared of getting to the proverbial pearly gates and God giving me that “now you know better” look. Yikes.
So I take shots and encourage my friends to take their shots too. You see a cutie at the grocery store. Walk up to him and pretend not to know the difference between kale and mustard greens. He will likely have no idea and both of you can Google it together. Before he puts his phone back in his pocket he’ll ask you to put your number in it. Probably. I don’t know.
You hear your boss is proposing a new staffing model. Pull her to the side and just whisper all your great attributes in her ear. Like the time you got that report done by COB when she asked for it literally 45 minutes before COB. Also remind her that there was no one else in the office she could’ve asked other than you because you’re that person. That bleepity bleep person! Then casually mention that you could fill the new Assistant VP position she’s proposing if she wanted you to. You know, if she wants those reports done consistently . . .
You have a story inside of you that needs to be told. Write the book (come on somebody! Preaching to myself here). You have a bomb business idea. Call up some investors. You have fitness goals. Sign up for the half marathon. Whatever continues to call your name. Answer. Do it.
Ok but listen, Linda. I wouldn’t be your friend for real if I didn’t tell you that things could go horribly wrong every now and then. Let me tell you. Been there. Done that. Been back. Did it once more. Probably going again next week. Got a chair with my name on it at this point.
I fell up in a few DM’s and got crickets. Crickets! You know Facebook and Instagram let you know when a person has read your message so I know he saw it. Girl, and didn’t say two words back to me! Don’t let it be somebody I run into every now and then. The shame! The humiliation God!
There have been times I tried to be ambitious and take initiative so I set up meetings with people I thought could help me advance professionally. Have you ever been to a meeting to get some advice or guidance and the person basically gives you the stank face the whole time? No? I have. One or two times actually. And let me tell you, it doesn’t get any less whack. It is 100% whack each time. One time I thought it was going to be like 95% whack but then the lady I met with didn’t respond to my follow up email so that gave it the 5% it was lacking. It’s really hard for me to believe that anyone has felt more played than me. I have been played every day of the week at every hour of the day. I have been played by guys, women, children, elderly, and mere infants. I have been played on a mountain, on a train, in the sun, and in the rain. I have taken chances to shoot my shot and gotten nothing but embarrassed in return.
There is a silver lining though. Really, there is. The thing is you won’t know which shots will hit. Hmmm . . . let me think about that. Maybe you’ll have a good idea of what will hit as you gain more experience. Still, some will and some won’t. And probably, the better you get (at whatever you do), the bigger the shots you’ll take which increases the risk. Again, some will hit and some won’t. If you’re anything like me and have decided not to live in fear, if you’ve decided to live like you deserve every good thing, you’ll take the shots because you have hope that behind every chance is a huge reward. Seriously y’all, as soon as I pray this lazy spirit away and kick up my work ethic, I’m going to be a novel writing, community organizing, philanthropist with forever laid edges and my high school waist line. You. Just. Wait.
I cringe when I think about all the failed shots I took. I shudder sometimes too. They were bad. Then my heart brims with gratitude when I think of the shots I took and hit. I’ve had a few losses but I’ve had some major wins. So yeah, shoot your shot and be ready for whatever.