All I Can Do

I can’t control whether anybody reads this blog.

I can’t control whether you tell anybody about this post after you read it.

I can’t make anybody buy my book, and I can’t ensure anybody will like it even if they do.

I can’t force a publisher to take on the book I’m working on right now, and if they do I can’t make it sell.

I can’t guarantee that the mind-bogglingly huge crowds of the Internet will ever know I existed. I can’t guarantee my words will ever make an impact on more than a handful of people.

I can’t know whether the people who show up to my funeral will say the things I want them to say.

All I can do is my work. Today.

All I can do is make sure I can answer yes to the following questions:

  • Did I show up for my dream today?
  • Did I take care of my body, my mind, my family?
  • Did I do what I could to make my world better?
  • Did I say what I needed to say?
  • Did I live courage and kindness?

When I can answer yes to all five questions, I will know the day was a success.

That’s all I can do.

So that’s what I’m going to do.

More to follow.

I've been a soldier, a dreamer, a working stiff, a leader. A husband, father, example (good and otherwise), and now a survivor. I write about courage, because courage is what enables us to accomplish the impossible. If you draw breath, I love you. If you love in whatever way seems best to you and want others to love in whatever way seems best to them, I am your ally. If you believe someone is less than you because they do not love the way you do, I oppose you. If you see someone as a threat to be abused or destroyed merely because they do not look like you, or love like you, or worship like you, I am your enemy. I am a joyful and courageous man. And I stand with you who love.