Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

A life organised entirely around what is safe and near will be finished long before you are. Aiming at something you are not sure you can reach is not vanity; it sets the ceiling on what your ordinary days are allowed to become. Small ambitions get achieved and leave you standing where you started, wondering why the achievement felt so thin.

Ask what you would attempt if nobody needed to know you were attempting it. Give that thing an hour this week. You do not have to announce it or stake anything on it yet.