Imagine seeing your success at the top of a set of 100 stairs. You want it, but looking at those steps… you find yourself getting a bit discouraged. You’re thinking to yourself that there must be another way…and that’s when you look to your right, and see an elevator. BINGO! You hop on, trusting that it will get you to where you want to go. Everything seems well and good, but you hopped on so quickly, that you didn’t notice the “out of order” sign on the door. You push that button, and it carries you to the place that you wanted to be, but…the door only opens wide enough for you to get a peek before they close again. Before you can figure out what’s going on, you’re back to the ground floor. You try again; once, twice, three times, until you realize that it just won’t work. And you’re back at the base of the stairs…where you started… begrudgingly lacing up your kicks to take on those dreaded stairs. It’s not the route you wanted, but… it’s the only sure fire way to get to where you want to be. So you do it, one step at a time, and keep your eyes on the prize the entire trip. In the time you wasted trying to take the elevator, you could have been at the top of those stairs…right?
It’s a nice trait to have. Great actually. If you let our culture tell the tale… not only is it a necessary key, it’s also an attractive one. They’re going to love you for your ambition, because everyone loves an ambitious girl, right? But what happens when that ambition is just not enough? What happens when that ambition begins to cripple you, where it should be the catalyst that propels you to success? If you can imagine, this happens more often than not. Having all of the ambition in the world with no real push behind it will lead you down the shortcut to nowhere land, and back again. Trust me, I know this first hand.
I have the vision part down pat. I see what I want. Anyone who knows me knows that I have always had big dreams… and up to this point, I’ve done a pretty good job of making them happen. To be honest though, I don’t know that I ever really, truly challenged myself. Success was what I knew, and I made sure that I knew how to attain it. That’s not to say that I didn’t work for the things that I have, because I did. I just had a tendency to choose things that I knew I would be good at…you know, playing it safe. Being naturally gifted in some areas made things a bit easier for me, but as I’ve gotten older, I’m starting to see that as one of the things that could be detrimental. I don’t by any stretch of the imagination believe that anything should be just given to me. I know the value of work, but… that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve had to constantly remind myself that anything worth having is worth the process. I don’t like to wait, and I want what I want.Patience. It’s a hard pill to swallow, especially when you’re used to things coming together with nothing more than a little brain power & finesse. When that doesn’t suffice, you have to switch up the game plan. In that moment, you’ll realize that it’s the work ethic that winds up being the last bit of fuel that powers your quest towards greatness.So, if you’re like me, and you’ve had to face the bottom of that stairwell after you tried to take the easy way out… just do it, and don’t worry about what anyone else has to say. Failure is humbling. It builds the character that you’ll need to tell the story of how you made it to the top. No one wants to hear a story from someone who’s always won. The most engaging and motivating accounts are from those who’ve fought back from adversity and rose to the top despite their odds. Which will you tell?