Sometimes it is scary to thrash.

I think I underestimated the term. 

I mean, really, when I think about the word “thrash,” I think about a shark biting a chunk of bait (let’s say “bait”, not like “leg”) and fighting with it until he gets to eat the whole thing.

Gross.

And as I am in the process of thrashing through the details of a project right now, I am feeling that fight. I sit at my desk and sometimes wish that no one else would ask me a question or that someone else would run the meeting because hello. I’m kinda scared here.

But what separates us, those thrashing, from them, those who don’t thrash, is what we do with those moments.

We don’t hide because we don’t want someone else to have the answer. We don’t sit back in meetings because we are confident that even if our answer is wrong, it is going to lead us to the right one.

It is okay to fear the thrashing, to cower a bit in the presence of it. But the win comes when we keep thrashing, keep fighting, until that project is shipped. 

And what separates us from them?

We thrash because we have to ship.

And then we ship.

Booyah.