Meeting the devil on the journey home is an ancient story. Most accidents happen within a few miles of home. We let our guard down when we think we’re almost there. If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the lines on it are painted with relief.
We can sometimes be a little self-congratulatory, here in Seattle, about all of our good intentions. We disregard how apparent it is that all the good intentions in the world don’t effect change. Change is difficult: it requires time and effort, which are apparently in short supply.
I used to believe in myself, but people wore me down with their doubt. There’s a saying, “if you don’t believe in yourself, why would anyone else?” But that’s not how it works, it’s the other way around. I’ve decided to start believing in myself again, anyway.