I figure that I should chronicle the process as well as the (eventual) success because the journey is every bit as important as the destination.
Who knows, maybe this will someday be the guide to some other enterprising individual, sleepless at 4AM, a stranglehold upon the existential terror of nonexistence.
Maybe it will also serve me, someday when I have moved far beyond this stage, to remember what it was like to be in it, drowning in it and dredged the agony of my own uncertainty.
The uncertainty of destiny. I say that ironically now. Perhaps I will mean it more literally someday.
You see, I am trying to start something big. Something that has me envisioning myself standing among the Greats, or at least feeling less inclined to grovel in their shadows.
Maybe I should call this section the Dev Notes. The parts where I am allowed to be unpolished and clueless and rambling. Human, instead of professional. Rough draft instead of print edition.
Right now, the steps all tumble together for me. I read blog after blog about how to get started, and maybe they’ve all done it enough to get the process down.
But is it so easy to overcome the terror? What does one do to counteract that tension in the soul, that dread of trying so hard and going nowhere?
Let’s think. Let me think. The trouble is that I think it should be easy, even when I know it is not. I wonder often where I would be if I were not me. If I were not my ADHD and my inconsistencies, deficits and fears. Maybe then I could truly “put my mind to something and succeed,” as they say.
Maybe I would not still be awake at 4AM.
The voice in my head says it has to be “perfect” in order to be presentable. It must have the right “wow” factor. It must be able to stun and please and inspire, right from the beginning. Maybe that has been the experience all my life, and it is playing out again: a classic tale of the child, unable to swim perfectly the first time he jumps into the water, who then refuses to try again.
What is my first step? My very first step: the one tiny thing that I can do that is surely of no consequence, and will never be noticed for better or worse?
If I want to do this: if I want to become a speaker and be hired to present like I dream of doing… Then I need to speak. I need to record, and I need to let my voice sing.
They will not hire me if they do not know how I can speak. The talent is there. I know it is there. I must simply be willing to show it off. The time for preparation is over. I have prepared enough.
It is time to be out there.