April 18th, 2006
|09:07 am - You can do it|
I had just finished crossing the Fort Point bridge last night, happily skipping away from the office, hippity-hop, hippity-hop, as I am often wont to do. At the corner of Summer Street and Big Honkin Post Office, I passed by two women in US Postal Service uniforms, engaged in serious conversation as they skipped away from their office and over to the employee parking lot.
"Wait, wait," one of them called after me. "Can you do me a big favor?" I stopped and turned, not knowing exactly what favor I could do for postal workers. It was a little late in the evening to carry mail sacks, so safe in the knowledge that manual labor was probably out of the picture, I smiled and nodded.
"Sure. What's up?"
"I just need you to say 'You can do it.'"
"Okay." A quick pause, a shrug, a smile, and a confident assurance. "You can do it." Delivered with a mental "Of course" prepended to it. The postal worker grinned and turned back to her colleague.
"See? See?!" They started back across the bridge again, laughing.
"Okay," the second postal worker said. "You win."
"Thank you!" the first one called back to me.
"You can do it!" I cried back, fist raised triumphantly.
Wouldn't it be nice if a random stranger came up to you right at your moment of self-doubt and laid all your fears to rest like that? Hey, whatever it is, whatever you're worried about, you can do it.
Did you hear me? You can do it! So go out there and do it. Provided it, of course, isn't like something horribly violent or illegal or something. If that's the case, then we never had this talk.
Awwwsome post. :-)
Your icon looks like Donald.
Oh dear lord. I hadn't made the connotation.
Goofy hat, clashing colors and patterns... oh my.
J. Donald Crank!!
You can do it!!
"You can do it … all night long!"
I love that movie!
I was almost out the door before I realized that I don't have any "it" to do.
I still find this inspiring, by the way. There is a little derspatchel voice in my head that tells me I Can Do It! from time to time.