Every once is a while music stops me in my tracks. It’s not any particular piece of music every time and it doesn’t happen as often as I would like it to, but it happens. When it does happen it’s amazing! It could be Layla by Derek and the Dominoes (not the lame, unplugged version by Eric Clapton) or it could be Pachelbel’s Canon. It could be Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin or Ave Maria by Katherine Jenkins.
Normally I talk in this space about audio and video but let me take a moment to address another wonderful medium…the written word.
(Thanks to Seth Godin for this one.)
You already have permission.
You have permission to create, to speak up, and stand up.
You have permission to ask the tough questions…and expect answers.
You have permission to be generous, to fail, and to be vulnerable.
You have permission to own your words, to matter and to help.
No need to wait.
All boats leak. There's always a defect, always a slow drip, somewhere. Every plan, every organization, every venture has a glitch.
The question isn't, "is this perfect?" The question is, "will this get me there?"