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Shoot Your Shot

There is a lot of content out there that encourage you to "shoot your shot", "take that step", or "just do it". I am here to endorse and reinforce these concepts in a few words. A lot of barriers may pop up and things may look bleak but then give it a shot. If you don't think you'd get it (or her) then shoot your shot for confirmation. At least you get an E for Effort.

I would be signing a big deal in the coming months. Considering that I thought I would be in the educational sector for longer, I almost did not give it a thought when I saw the adverts but then, here I am on the verge of a career switch. It did not take much effort, I just needed to shoot.

Whatever it is you have in mind, you don't kill it with what ifs. Give it a shot. It is better to try and fail than not to try at all and then wallow in coulda, woulda, shouldas and regrets.

All I am saying in other words is, just do it. Please prepare hard before shooting. Opportunity favours the prepared. This shouldn't be an excuse for mediocrity. Make each shot your best shot.

Happy shooting.

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