Control of Self
One of the interesting things about the world we live in is that whenever you decide to do something that is out of the ordinary you will more than likely be met with resistance. If you want to start a business, there will no doubt be naysayers, people who tell you that what you want to do simply can’t be done. Of course, if that were the case, there would be no businesses in operation now, would there? The arguments are usually unfounded, but in most cases if you truly want to follow your dreams, if you truly have a desire to achieve your purpose, there will more often than not be those who oppose you.
A person who is truly determined will learn to ignore the naysayers. However, oftentimes there is still one person, one voice that is harder to ignore than all the others, a voice that knows you better than anyone and is closer than anyone.
That voice is you.
More often than not, we are the ones who stop our own success. Ultimately, we are the only ones who can. We are the ones who tell ourselves that something is impossible, that some obstacle is too much to overcome, or that we just don’t have what it takes to get the job done.
We need to stop lying to ourselves.
On this journey of self-discovery I have found myself on for the past few months, I have found that there are essentially two types of people in the world: those who can be stopped by anything and those who will stop at nothing. Another thing I’ve found is that we each make the decision as to what type of person we are by what we do and do not do.
As I write this, my infant is tugging at my leg, whining for my attention. He is not hungry or thirsty, as he has just had breakfast and a cup of milk. His only desire right now is to get dad or try crying. And I have a decision to make: Will I let him stop me from writing? Will I let this boy who tugs so desperately at my heart strings stop me from doing what I know I was put here to do?
Moments later we have reached a compromise: I have picked him up and am holding him as I type this one-handed. In return he is now calm and quiet and we are both happy for the moment.
My point is this: As dear as my son is to me, I still did not let the obstacle of his fussiness stop me from doing what I knew I should be doing. I chose in that moment to be unstoppable.
This is the type of thing that will happen whenever we make a decision to do something noteworthy, something that will be life changing, something that we were put on this earth to do. And we will have to make the decision whether we will find a way around, over, or through the obstacle, or if we will allow ourselves to be stopped.
As I write this, my baby is falling asleep. His anger, the thing meant to stop me from doing this, has fallen in line with my attitude of getting the job done.
Now if only I could only convince his brother, the three year old toddler king of the house to stop asking me for things he doesn’t even want…
We’ll talk again.