It’s so easy to have a black and white list of the things you’re not capable of doing. A hard limit, a boundary that says you just don’t have the genes to make art, speak up, write, give a speech, be funny, be charming, be memorable, come through in the clutch, survive an ordeal like this one… it’s easy to give up.
In response, we ask, “not even once?” Never once have you been funny or inspired or connected? Not even once have you been trusted, eager or original? Not even once have you written a sentence that someone else was happy to read, or asked a question that needed to be asked?
Now that we know it’s possible, the real question is, “how often can you do it again?”