Always remember, amateurs built the ark, professionals built the Titanic.
I'm not entirely sure what this saying is trying to tell me. Or what it exactly motivates me to do.
I suppose we're all amateurs in 99% of the things it's possible to excel at in life, but that doesn't mean that we'll do it perfect first time. Sadly, we're not all Noah, fulfilling a wish from God.
I do, however, believe it relates to the theory of beginners luck. Because why the fuck not just go for it and hope for the best?
The first (and last) time I ever used a gun was a terrifying, but exhilarating tutorial from the beau one night while walking the dog. I shot straight through the tin can from 25ft. SUCCESS!
We're not all lucky in love first time round either. The cheater, Mr over-protective and just "what the fuck was I thinking". Everyone's been there, crying into the largest tub of Ben & Jerry's the supermarket could offer, watching Bridget Jones and trying to budget a serious retail therapy session.
But, in all forms of cheese and cringe (shout out to the one person who will not let me live this down) it's worth the effort to keep trying.
I feel like my life has become a Noah's ark scale accomplishment; everything has fallen into a perfect harmony despite the fact that I spent most of the time trying to get here either on my arse or stumbling over yet another speed bump.
I'm not suggesting, as humans we should all build an ark that can house exactly two of every animal (I'm not sure there are even enough tigers, gorilla's, panda's or sloth's left in the world for everyone to possess two each) but that in achieving our accomplishments, whether we're Olympian's trying to win gold or a blogger with no followers dreaming of becoming a journalist; we're all in the middle of building our own Noah's ark.
Good luck succeeding guys.
Peace Out ♥
I'm not entirely sure what this saying is trying to tell me. Or what it exactly motivates me to do.
I suppose we're all amateurs in 99% of the things it's possible to excel at in life, but that doesn't mean that we'll do it perfect first time. Sadly, we're not all Noah, fulfilling a wish from God.
I do, however, believe it relates to the theory of beginners luck. Because why the fuck not just go for it and hope for the best?
The first (and last) time I ever used a gun was a terrifying, but exhilarating tutorial from the beau one night while walking the dog. I shot straight through the tin can from 25ft. SUCCESS!
We're not all lucky in love first time round either. The cheater, Mr over-protective and just "what the fuck was I thinking". Everyone's been there, crying into the largest tub of Ben & Jerry's the supermarket could offer, watching Bridget Jones and trying to budget a serious retail therapy session.
But, in all forms of cheese and cringe (shout out to the one person who will not let me live this down) it's worth the effort to keep trying.
I feel like my life has become a Noah's ark scale accomplishment; everything has fallen into a perfect harmony despite the fact that I spent most of the time trying to get here either on my arse or stumbling over yet another speed bump.
I'm not suggesting, as humans we should all build an ark that can house exactly two of every animal (I'm not sure there are even enough tigers, gorilla's, panda's or sloth's left in the world for everyone to possess two each) but that in achieving our accomplishments, whether we're Olympian's trying to win gold or a blogger with no followers dreaming of becoming a journalist; we're all in the middle of building our own Noah's ark.
Good luck succeeding guys.
Peace Out ♥
