As a 14 year old skinny kid I learned a winning step-at-a-time approach. Alone in downtown Halifax, Nova Scotia, I first learned about the brain’s propensity to risk, step and win.
In reality, it seemed more like surviving than winning at first.
Looking back – triumph hardly seems possible. Penniless on Barrington Street near dusk, I still taste the sheer panic of darkness setting in.
Doom pressured me to locate a rental room that would accept mere promises of payment.
Step Small at the Start
Immediate plans to survive the night, eroded whenever I questioned bigger hurdles beyond my immediate reach.
This was no time to plot how to stay in school, much less maintain any valued position on the 10th grade honor roll. As darkness rolled in around me, I opted for the one-day-at-a-time alternative.
Do you struggle to survive a night’s terror? Find yourself sinking into seemingly insurmountable frustrations?
If doom grips you at any moment, like it trapped me as a teen – why not opt for one simple game plan? One tiny-step in the direction of a dream, could win you another shot at success.
Focus on the Next Opportunity
Sudden loss of my mother to cancer, left six underage siblings all sinking more than we swam. Two brothers committed suicide. Two sisters disappeared. Hope appeared missing from every corner of my reality.
Armed with little more than a broken heart, I focused more on tattered images than on triumphs for a finer future. Gradually though, my focus shifted from horrific loss. A new look morphed into small steps toward earning a simple meal and another day’s rent.
You could say my job at the laundry depot saved my bacon, but I’d rather conclude that I learned how brains reboot for innovative hops over hurdles.
Leap for Novel Possibilities
No question survival can be daily and at times seem grisly. Homelessness felt like a jungle full of scary creatures, whenever darkness closed in before I could pony up another day’s rent. Nevertheless, by shifting lenses to see a novel game plan, I also fueled my feisty and passionate determination with dopamine to dance another step forward.
Increasingly, that larger hope to stay on the 10th grade honor roll – packed a compelling dream that lit a narrow pathway through poverty’s maze into a brighter trail forward.
Spot Hope Around the Corner
From that first day I walked along Halifax’s water soaked streets – ratted job ads in hand, I longed for something more than another day’s rent.
Not much made sense at the time though, until I desperately sought a game plan to survive another day.
What simple game plan would add the triumph you dream of and deserve? What if you took the first simple step forward today?