Hiding in the basement.

Hiding in the basement. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Hiding in the basement. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I’m a cautious fellow.

For all this talk of leaping and building parachutes I really do tend to err on the side of caution.

I know what it feels like to make a big mistake and end up in debt.

I’ve got things terribly wrong and had to dig my way-out, handful of dirt by handful of dirt.

That’s why I don’t want to bet the house…but I also don't want to spend my life hiding in the basement.

That’s the trick.

I’m frightened of getting it wrong and needing to dig my way out again…but I’m also worried about not doing the things I want to do because of my fear.

Last time I didn’t lose the house.

I dug my way out. It was painful and tricky and a little bit embarrassing…but I still ate every day and slept under a roof and had family and friends around me.

I was fine.

And, that time, I didn’t have any idea what I was doing.

I’ve got a lot more experience now. It doesn’t mean I know how to make it all turn out ok, no one can guarantee that, but it does mean I can draw on that experience to increase my likelihood of success and to put the checks and balances in place to keep the house safe.

I think I am very unlikely to come out of this adventure in real trouble.

I might be a bit bruised, battered and embarrassed, but I am unlikely to be homeless, hungry and alone.

I can’t know this to be true, but the odds are on my side, and that is as big a guarantee as I can get.

It is time to trust myself to leap into the great unknown seeing that I have friends and family who will catch me at the bottom if I don’t make it.



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