“Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s.” ~Billy Wilder
This reminds me of the Green Day lyrics from the song, “She:” “She’s figured out that all her doubts were someone else’s point of view.”
I remember the first time I heard those words I thought, YES! Screw them, I’m going with my gut. I’m tired of being fed doubt.
I then proceeded (continued?) to make all kinds of wild mistakes.
But once you’ve been fed the doubt, once you’ve had enough authority figures tell you, “You’re just going to screw that up” or “You’re not certified” or “Here, lemme just do that for you,” it becomes so hard to accept the value in risking an individual approach. It takes extra courage to ignore the naysayers and insist on participating in your own way.
The temptation to give over a learning opportunity or to turn away from the chance to tread the road less travelled is overwhelming for me. Because guess what, if I do it some bossy person’s way, or just let them do it themselves, and there’s a mistake? Then I’m that happy little thing called BLAMELESS! And in our litigious, gossipy society, isn’t that the best thing of all to be?
But then there’s the part where we’re on our death bed and we’ve lived a spectator, cookie-cutter life, blameless and yet there was no point in our even being alive. Do you really want the life that flashes before your eyes to be a sitcom rerun?
It takes a lot of quieting to get past the voices in my head shouting that I can’t do something, a lot of paying attention to hear the little voice of my own mind that says, “Hey, wanna try this? It just might work…”
A lot of courage to face the music if it doesn’t work.
But if I don’t walk my own path… that mistake might be even harder to live with.