Do you remember when you learned to ride a bike?
That feeling when you break your limit for the first time. Suddenly, you were on two wheels, and the world opened up as options to improve becomes available to you. It’s like an endless stairwell. You don’t know where the next floor is, but every time you go up, you get new rooms.
As you grew up, each of those limits gets harder, the stairs get longer. But the doors they open gets wider too. You keep breaking those limits until you get all the options you need, or find a limit too high and give up.
But there are some things in life where you just want to keep breaking those limits. Be it for passion, for work, or for fun. To keep opening up doors.
The last time I broke a high limit was when I went from a writer to a capital W Writer. I had a problem with just activating writer mode. It was a mental block, and there wasn’t really anything I could do but push through.
I could have just given up, and only wrote whenever the mood hit me. Then I would just be a writer. I wanted to be a Writer. So I just kept pushing, and a year later, it broke. Suddenly, a whole universe of opened up for me, and I could keep improving, and have ever since.
Now, I’m in that same situation with another passion of mine. There’s a limit. There are no tricks to overcome it, and nobody to guide me to make the trip easier, and I can tell this next level is pretty damn high up.
Some people are born on higher floors. We call them talented, or gifted, blessed by the stars, or whatever word you used for privilege in skills. And the people who walked their way up? We call them hard-working, or my personal favourite, monsters.
Personally, I was born on the ground floor for everything. I’m talentless. I’ve walked the whole way up, and it’s a damn struggle. But I can just imagine it now. I imagine the next floor with all the doors and new worlds to explore.
The planets of opportunity.
Greens of grass that stretches.
I can see the stars.
I’ll let you know when I get there.
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