I would like you to do something for me today.
Fuck up.
Really. Fail at something. Fail hard. Really blow the shot. Fall on your ass.
Then get up and do it again. But better.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it takes to be awesome at something. Not good. Not the best. Just awesome. Because that, oddly, takes the edge off it for me.
There’s no competition in awesome. It’s like being pregnant. Or dead. It’s a binary that has no comparison. You’re not more or less awesome than somebody else. You’re either awesome or you’re not.