Faith in oneself—self-confidence—provides the resources that sustain personal stability. It enlivens the master within so the self confident person can act rather than vacillate when a need arises. Whether the original impetus arose from unusual bravery or was forced by circumstances, self-confidence arises from the experience of successful ventures and grows with their increasing numbers.
Consider self-confidence as an imperfect tool for preventing stress. It is imperfect because it must be developed at personal risk due to its customizable nature, but it enables talented people to learn how to breeze through complicated tasks with relative ease.
How do we get to be ‘talented people?’ We try things out. Every trade or profession you tackle will contribute something of value to your experience, so don’t sweat for lost time. Look for your areas of greatest interest. Some work will seem too unlovely to endure while some seems to call your name. Maybe you already have a sense of what you would like to spend the rest of your life doing. I still recall a vivid memory of the time I, a skinny preteen, informed my dad, “I am going to be a writer when I grow up.”
A frail lad, somewhat sickly, emotionally thin skinned, I completely accepted Dad’s immediate response, “No one will ever read the kind of shit you will write. You will starve to death.” His mental image of me doing what it takes to become a man able to walk in his footsteps amounted to a lifetime of physical labor. I know that from hearing it over and over, in every way he thought to say it, for the first 20+ years of my life. From then on, I drove my puny body to live up to Dad’s expectations. I regret none of it beyond dropping my own aspirations. I gained strength and health. People described me as “wiry”.
Though I mastered none, I gained skills in several unrelated trades and ended up informally apprenticed to the West family until I retired, a position I still reflect upon with increasing appreciation.
My point? All my life, I never shed the urge to write. I continue to meet people with dreams of something they might have gotten good at if they had not given it up for a more practical pursuit. I say them, find a way to get it —or something related to it— back. Make an avocation or hobby of it. Read all you can find about it. Bore people talking about it. Look for periodicals, or online groups, to get and keep yourself updated. The worst that can happen could also be the best: your dream gets boring to you and you lose interest. Think of all the stress and aggravation that would eliminate.
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