Another Wave

It’s tempting to say yes to every project that comes your way.

I have some white space in my schedule right now. In January, I was excited about it. It felt like an adventure, uncharted territory where something magical might happen. That white space looked like a fluffy summer cloud where my stone dreams would come true.

But here in the early days of April, instead of inspiring dreams, that white space is inducing the slightest tinge of anxiety.

What if nothing comes along?
There’s a lot of uncertainty in the world right now.
What if this is the year things dry up?

I don’t judge myself for those thoughts. It’s a perfectly human response to uncertainty. And as much as I love talking about leaving room for dream clients and epic projects, the fragile, finite human in me craves the safety of a tightly booked schedule I can wrap around my worries like a blankie.

I’ve had inquiries. There’s still potential work coming in. But I’m staying firm and saying no to things that aren’t a good fit. I’m not ready to settle.

I have faith there’ll be another wave.

I never learned to surf when I lived in Hawaii, but I enjoyed watching people glide across the water. I noticed something: most of surfing is struggling through the surf to get to where the waves are—and then waiting. Waiting for the right one.

Sometimes the waves are steady and plentiful.
Sometimes they’re few and far between.
Sometimes they seem like a waste of time.
Sometimes they’re monsters. Riding them will either lead you to greatness or take you under.

But no matter what, there’s always another one.

So be patient. Be selective. Don’t panic.

Another wave is coming.