“No! Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.” – Yoda
And that’s about the size of it.
Any time I “tried” to do something I ended up not doing it.
Because within the word “try” is an out.
Try writing a novel sometime … after page 20 the idea runs dry, and because you said, “I’ll try,” you feel like it’s okay not to finish it.
Try growing a garden. When the weeds get overwhelming (right around the beginning of August) you think, “Well, I’ve done pretty well for this year …” and you walk away.
Or maybe it’s just me.
Maybe “try” has meant “half-hearted effort” all these years – to me.
Well, I had to change that. I don’t try anymore. I don’t “attempt”. I don’t “play with the idea.”
“Just do it.”
“Don’t think. Just do.”
So, I’m finishing the second rewrite of my novel. I’m doing it. I have to send it out to my beta readers. They are tired of hearing me say, “I’ll try to get it to you by the end of the month,” and stuff gets in the way. I let stuff get in the way.
“Try” is a whimpy word that lets me fail.
“Try” is for the playground, not the Olympic field.
Might seem harsh, but there is it.