Self-shaming the achiever.

There is nothing more terrifying than speaking of the aim when your chances to succeed are at about 5%

There is nothing more terrifying than speaking of the aim when your chances to succeed are at about 5%, and even that may be too optimistic. The aim so formidable, yet so precious and dear that you dare to believe in yourself enough to go there.

If you told someone and failed to get there, what would that make you?

A liar? A failure? Insane?

So you hide. You tell yourself you will only speak once you achieved what you vowed. You tell yourself that actions speak louder than words, and you will get right to the action... quietly.

Carrying shame for the failure that didn't happen, but already feels like it did.

And your aim suffocates, quietly.

It withers in the shadows without ever seeing the light, all because in someone's unsympathetic eyes, it doesn't deserve to exist.

Improbable successes require nurture.

Speak of it, to the right people.

Burn it into your calendar, and give it your undivided attention.

Track it, a few lines a day. Document your numbers, your thoughts, your doubts and every single win you made happen.

Dare to make it real. Dare to believe in yourself.

And win, repeatedly.

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