humble beginnings

This morning I’m thinking about how we are conditioned to count ourselves out before trying…

Ohhhh! I’ll never be any good.
I can’t.
I’m not good at math.
I’ll never be able to…
I don’t dance.
I never sing in public.
I hate having my picture taken!
I’m not flexible.

I’m more than a little curious about why we do this… Why are we so quick to cut ourselves off from experience?

And now I am wondering about measurement. How fitting pieces together is important when building and creating… quite fundamental to houses, recipes, and societies.

Have you ever baked a cake and forgotten the teaspoon of rising agent?

We learn many things about being effective from those who came before.
What happens when we use finished products as inspiration rather than deterrents?

I’m now thinking of two practices in my life that energize me — yoga and writing.
I was coaxed into trying both.
When I started… I was weak, unskilled, and lacked the awareness of how one joint works in unison with the others.
And yet…
*something about the feelings I experienced* as a beginner kept me going.
I needed no persuasion to keep going.

I improve inch by inch.
That makes me smile…

Is there something you want to try?
What happens when you hold the ruler to your improvement rather than to someone else’s finished product?
How will you measure the length of your reach?