comfortable with not knowing
Not knowing something before walking into a meeting would scare me. I remember being terrified of such days where I would have to give a speech—not knowing everything about what I was going to talk. Scary.
Yet here I was today, discussing being part of a meeting tomorrow and not knowing what I would say in the forum did not put my mind racing through a hundred different thoughts. I am now somehow comfortable with being new at something. I am comfortable knowing that it takes time to get better at something. Being better at something requires dedicated time and effort. Somehow learning this has made a world of difference to most things I approach these days.
I want to get better at a few things this year, and I am comfortable knowing that it will take time to get there.