So last night I did that brilliant thing where you lie in bed, wide-eyed and horrified, freaking out about your life. Why the hell is everything so much worse at night? It’s like this giant magnifying glass comes out and every lousy decision and gray hair and completely inappropriate comment you jokingly made to your friend’s husband about his pants is suddenly huge and insurmountable and most definitely going to ruin your life upon sunrise.
And then the sun comes up and you’re like, what? Oh that. Whatever. We got any corn flakes left?
The excellent thing about this morning was not only did we have cornflakes left, but apparently I had so exhausted myself last night that my brain was turned off completely and a beautiful, staggering idea was able to seep through my insanity and land on my head like a ton of golden bricks:
Why not just believe you can instead of doubt you can?
It sounds so simple, but it blew my tiny mind.
It’s just as easy to believe you can do something as it is to believe you can’t. So why not put all the time and energy you spend on doubting and worrying and justifying why you can’t into blindly blasting yourself forward into just doing it?
I mean, why the hell not? Doesn’t it just seem moronic to do anyting else?