Raise your hand if you limit yourself.

If you set your own limitations.

Are those limitations real?

Or just thoughts you hold on to and allow to take root in your head so they can chaotically swirl around.

What’s the point of a ceiling? Protection? Containment? Something to aim at?

In my head, I’d rather envision my ceiling as a skyscraper. A one story skyscraper, where there’s only one ceiling and its at the very top.

What’s up to me is figuring out which steps to lay down to get me one step closer. The only person that can lay those steps down is me. I may have some help along the way, but I’m still the one that lays them down.

We all have our own individual mountain to climb.

Sometimes staring at the top of the mountain so far away takes our focus away from the next step we have to lay down. Might paralyze us in anxiety and fear because we fear failing. Might frustrate us because we don’t see how we can ever get there.

So then we set up camp, build a tent and hang out in that tent for perpetuity. Put ourselves in a low ceiling and become content. Create our fictional limits and hangout by the fire.

99% of people are too scared to start their journey because they subconsciously believe they will let themselves down.

And of the 1% that start, 99% don’t make it because they don’t have the systems in place to sustain themselves.

Limitations are fictional. We hold ourselves back.

If I was on the same team as myself, there’s no way I would hold back myself. That’s not a good teammate.

So we walk on.