Brenna here. Here's a comment we got today:
Just reading about your trip.
What happened to "Our intention is to spend this year searching for people who are taking control of their lives in these uncertain times. We’ll be bringing you people from all over the world who are finding new opportunity during a time when conventional wisdom tells us to hunker down and sit still. People with enough vision to turn a bad situation into a propelling force that might not have existed for them before all hell broke loose."
It's entertaining reading about your daily lives but why the change? Readers know almost as much about your friends and families as we do about you from all of their words of support after every post. Nice you have such a cheering section!
Good travels - or whatever you are doing! Luck be with you.
He's referring to a blog post I wrote before we left. In that post I talked about a plan I had for the year. It was a good plan, and I've been haunted by it. Even tonight, when I went back and read the post, it made me cringe, because the plan didn't happen. I have banged my head against this dream of mine for 8 months now, and I've been so frustrated. I simply haven't been able to wrap my brain around it. I couldn't get traction. I don't know why. Lack of clear vision? Lack of chutzpah? I don't know. I've been feeling like a failure. It's been feeling really, really icky.
Something changed about a month ago. I was in Edinburgh at the train station, and I was in a funk. I was pissed off that I just wasn't accomplishing some of the things I wanted to during this trip, the biggest being this idea. This wonderful idea, that I really believe in. As I stood there waiting for the train, I know it sounds corny, but I just.. got it. I began to see that I could do this, and I began to see how. Suddenly it seemed a lot less insurmountable.
In the last month I've shot two interviews with people who have vision, and are taking control, and stepping into uncertainty. I'm building a new area on our website to house these profiles. I've got more work to do, obviously, and more brave, visionary people to find, but at least I've found my way clear to take the first steps.
I still can't explain exactly what changed, besides me, obviously. I somehow got to the point where before I couldn't, and then, I could. It took 8 months. Damn I wish it hadn't, but it did. I'll take it!
Failure feels awful. Public failure feels more so - and what failure doesn't feel public? But here's what I'm learning: failure isn't really a big deal unless you quit before you push through it, or over it. Most days I'm still pushing.