Food for thought for any fellow defeatist-perfectionists and fundamentally lazy, fear-of-failure-paralyzed all-or-nothingists, from a book I'm reading about the business of freelance writing: "If you are not failing regularly, you are living so far below your potential that you're failing anyway."My response? "I should probably tattoo that thing about failure in mirror script on my forehead and then sit in front of a mirror all day."
A close second came in the form of some notes I wrote in my (intermittently used) planner awhile back during a sermon. They go like this, but imagine them scrawled and emphatic:
VOWS are CONVENANTALSometimes I'm really glad I write things down.
they are a confession of FAITH.
In a contract: you offer as little as possible in hope of getting as much as possible.
With a vow: you offer everything.
PS, did anyone ever read that book, A Star to the North, by Barbara Corcoran and Bradford Angier? It's so out of print I can't even find a decent link for you. It's one of those kids surviving in the woods books I used to favor.