Recently, I had the pleasure of helping out some newbies, learn some new things.
Poor babies. They did not know what they did not know.
The ONLY way, to learn, is to do.
NOTHING can take the place of experience. You can’t buy, experience. You have to EARN true knowledge, through, DOING the thing.
Yes, you WILL, at times, fall on your face.
Yes, you WILL feel like a complete moron and idiot.
No, it will NOT kill you to feel like a complete moron and idiot.
Laugh, at yourself. Laugh, at hard. Then, do the thing.
You will learn as you mess up fifty bajillion million and 17 times. This does NOT make you a failure. This simply means you were not yet successful fifty bajillion times.
You WILL have experienced fifty bajillion laughs and opportunities to learn, grow, and be of service to all around you:
In, your home.
At, your job.
With, your family.
Among, your community.
In the midst of, the universe.
Within, the world.
Fall, in as many a spectacular way as you can. Falling means you are running, you are doing, you are living
Pick yourself up, then, fall again.
Laugh, again.
Love, again.
Begin, again.
EVERY, day.
Every.
Last.
Drop.
One step.
One step.
One step.
Get going, now, beloveds.
Do.
doing with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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