We sit with friends and tell stories. I laugh about our first apartment–a one-bedroom so small we had to cram camping gear between the cabinet and refrigerator. I smile and sigh, “I had no idea how to cook, clean or decorate.” My husband and our friends chime in with similar tales. Then I say, “I’m so glad being clueless isn’t a character flaw!”
My friend leans back in his chair and says, “You should write a blog post about that” {be careful about saying that sentence to me because I will probably do it}.
Not knowing is so human.
Yet we so often let us stop us.
Or shame us.
Or make us feel “less than” those we think actually do have a clue.
But only God knows everything.
The rest of us are still just trying to figure it out.
And there’s only one way to cure that–to actually do the thing we’re completely clueless about.
Write that first word.
Take that first awkward dance step.
Cook that first meal and almost burn your one-bedroom apartment down.
Fear will tell you not do it. Ego will yell that you’re going to look silly. Past experience will whisper, “Remember what happened last time…”
But there’s just no way around it. Living is an essential part of learning.
Somehow it’s got to get from your head, to your heart, to your awkward hands.
Because an idea or dream that never turns into action isn’t any better than one you never had in the first place.
Dare to be clueless.
Then dare not to stay that way.
It’s really the only way tomorrow looks different than today {and it tends to make for some really good stories too}.
