The Power of Effort: Why the Journey Is More Important Than the Destination
Self-love isn’t a destination.
Self-trust isn’t a destination.
Self-worth isn’t a destination.
My full potential isn’t a destination.
Self-acceptance isn’t a destination.
Knowing I’m enough isn’t a destination.
Success, as I define it, isn’t a destination.
They are each unique and separate journeys that run parallel to each other and whose paths cross regularly.
By themselves, they’re unbelievably powerful; together, they’re a foundation for a remarkable life.
The journeys are infinite while I’m still breathing; there’s no end outside my death.
The day I understood this was a transformational day.
It was one of those tumblers falling into place, epiphany-type moments that was both disappointing and liberating.
Disappointing because I’d never get where I thought I wanted to go. How would I know when I achieved them?
How would I measure myself?
For as long as I can remember, my self-worth and sense of being enough were inextricably interwoven to the outcome.
For so long, I honed in on the fastest, most efficient means to reach the outcome, embracing the “by any means necessary” mentality.
Lying, cheating, whatever.
I needed to grab the brass ring; if I didn’t, I was worthless.
It was liberating because it unwound a lifetime of chasing outcomes and, in turn, measuring myself against those outcomes.
I liberated myself from the need to lie and cheat to get what I wanted.
When I focus on the outcome, I can make mistakes, I can fail, and in turn, become a failure.
When I focus on my effort, I’m focused on the next smallest step in front of me, fully knowing where I’m heading but accepting that it’s ok if I don’t get there.
What matters is this step, being present with it, and going all in on it.