The day began early, as these sorts of days normally do. We awoke in the darkness to the sound of an impatient, insistent alarm calling us forward. Onward. To the path that we had chosen. Out of the shadows, the light from a single lamp post cast a hopeful beam across the floor boards and lit up the sight of the softly falling snow below. I pressed my head to the cool, calm pane of the window and part of me just wanted to stay there forever. In that moment. Where it was safe. Where it was warm. Where the known and the familiar were far more comforting than the uncertain and new.
But here’s the thing.
All those dreams you & I have been meaning to chase? All those adventures we’ve been meaning to live out loud? They live out there in cold, uncertain and new. Those dreams don’t care about what makes us comfortable, and they’re not bothered by what we’ve always done. Instead, they demand that we get up early. That we get out and get to work and get it done.
That we write 10,000 wrong words before we find the 500 right ones. That we take 1,000 mediocre shots before we arrive at just one we’re really proud of. That we work for months on a talk that will last just a couple of hours. Because that 1% of your best, is worth the other 99% it took to get there. These dreams require that we forge out into the darkness. Sit in cold airports. And hover over stale coffee. They require that we pack three weeks of our lives into a single suitcase, get on a plane, and fly cross-country only to find ourselves at the beginning of the journey. Knowing full well, we may be the only ones to show up. These dreams require us to get uncomfortable. To do what we haven’t done before. To be willing to take that leap. Because if it was easy, if it was quick, then everyone would do it.
The world belongs to those of us who are still willing to get their hands dirty.
And the dream belongs to those who are willing to stand out in the cold.
Let’s get at it today, friends.
And so it begins.