I’m not normally one for the shiny, happy motivational stuff. But this one struck a chord with me:
Let the cynicism and irony go. They’re ways to sugarcoat bitter disappointment. But their price is steep: settling for mediocrity.
(That’s umair haque, by the way.)
That resonates. That — almost — hurts. There are still many things I want to do professionally and personally, and which I’m avoiding because — well — I’m cynical about my chances of succeeding. And that makes me feel good, but in a twisted way.
A mediocre way.
Which isn’t good at all.
I can’t stop the snark. It’s too much part of who I am. But I can stop turning it inwards so much.