What is in the cardboard box in the back of your garage? You know the box I mean. It’s the box you carried with you ever since you were eight years old. Or maybe you were six when you packed your box. The box is taped shut. You haven’t opened it in years.
I think you opened the box once in college. You had the box open for about a week, and then you taped it shut again.
You stored the cardboard box under your bed as a child. You put the box in your backpack when you went to Europe and you took it with you in your briefcase on your first job interview.
It is time to open your cardboard box and take out your running shoes.
You tried to run, but you got a cramp in your side and you quit.
It is time to take open your cardboard box and take out your paintbrush.
You tried to paint, but the teacher laughed. You put your paint brush in a cardboard box and taped it shut.
It is time to open your cardboard box and take out your Algebra textbook.
Your professor said, “You are not good at math.” You believed him and dropped out of school.
I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.
Thomas A. Edison
Rip the tape off your cardboard box today and take out your dream.
Try again. And this time, don’t quit.
Who knows, you might just invent a new light bulb.
What is in your cardboard box?
Please tell me in the comments.
I am participating in the March Slice of Life, at Two Writing Teachers. You can read all of today’s posts here.
