You want to know how to walk before you learn how to walk?

That question, asked by my hypnotist, JARRED me.

Figuring it out

Talked with an Uzbek babushka from Tashkent last night. We talked for 20 minutes- aka I listened in awe while she gave me the cliff notes version of a few life highlights.

She woke to an earthquake in Tashkent in 1966. “We lived in tent for 6 months anfter earthquake. Then my dad built a house”. Where did you get water? “I don’t know. My parents figured it out”.

Almost all of my worries are luxury worries in that they only exist in my mind.

I’m 34. I lay in bed at night thinking about how I will pay college tuition for three children. Will I have X for each of them for their first home down payment?

Her friend called one day. “I made you a green card application when I did mine”. Some time passes. The phone rings. “You were picked. If you don’t go to America now you’ll never get the chance again”. Just like that, she and her two young daughters came to America. “It was a risk”.

How will I get my water? Not sure, but I also don’t need water.

Do I jump into the unknown?

You can’t know how to walk before you learn to walk.