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How I carried myself over the threshold

It’s taking shape. Each day brings new insights. Today for example I realized how much I don’t know. I realized how I can look at things as challenges, hurdles, or exits. For example. I really hate forms, bureaucracy, red tape of all kinds. Even rather harmless ones. I hate to admit it, but I actually lost a lot of scholarship money in college because I procrastinated looking at the forms until the deadline had passed. Even that didn’t teach me to be like Nike — and just do it.

Nevertheless, driven by a need to know and desire to succeed today I overcame my tendency to postpone this until approximately the year 2050. I ventured into the quintessential beaurocracy — the County Health Department. I needed to know what would come at me if I were to sell herbs at the local farmer’s market.  Herbs. Big gray area.  Instead of dealing with the County’s beaurocracy, bad enough… I get to deal with the state dept. of ag. Must be karma for missing the damn deadlines.

Anyway, I heard the familiar refrain in my head. The old song and dance. I can’t do this. It’s going to cost too much, they’re going to want things I won’t know, knowledge I can’t provide and yada yada yada.

Then another refrain popped in and actually booted the old familiar one out. I can do this. Others have done it and survived. People who barely speak English managed it. People who brought a lot less to the table have done it.  More than that. I realized this wasn’t meant to put me out of business before I even started. It was meant to set guidelines. And that would be okay. I’d manage. Hell, I might even get some support out of it.

I think my business partner worked his magic because I realized I was bigger than the sum of my fears and procrastinations. So, like I said the same event can be felt and interpreted in so many ways. This time the challenge transformed into a small step; the hurdle was a little puddle I could jump, and the exit well tha exit became an entrance. What made the difference was my passion. Everything else crumbled in the face of it. It was powerful enough to carry me with all my baggage over the threshhold and right through the door. 

 

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