Once, we were children, and we wanted someone to see us try. For as long as it took.
Watch me this time!
Okay, this time!
Did you see?
Do you see me?
When do we start hiding the tries? Why does trying become solitary and superstitious before we are even done growing up?
It’s not ready yet.
I don’t want to jinx it by talking about it.
You don’t want to hear about it.
There is no try.
Yoda was wrong about that. There is only try.
What if we still believed there was someone beloved who delights in watching us try? For as long as it takes. Could we be that witness to our own efforts, or the efforts of a friend? If we could afford the gift of encouragement, without it being conditional upon success, what would we say?
You’re figuring it out.
It takes time.
I’m still here.
I see you.
I love to watch you try.
Are you trying something (or wishing you could try something) that makes you feel vulnerable to share? What would it feel like to shout, “Watch me try!” What encouragement do you need to hear?