Giving it a Go

I was just scrolling through YouTube (as you do) and came across some words I really like.  “The one who loves me most, is the one who knows me best”.  I know there is a bit of a theme to my thinking, brought on by our anniversary.  Maybe I was a prime candidate for such a thing, but no matter the time or occasion, I reckon I would like those words.
I need people believing in me.  Things are hard enough without others on the bandwagon of negativity. 
In Australia we have something called the tall poppy syndrome.  To me, it is like trying to make something a one size fits all.  And the size is limiting. As soon as one rises there seems to be a desire to bring them down to size.  To justify my mediocracy.
Yet my thinking is, I really do not know the level another can rise.  My role is not to hinder but to help.  Zig Ziggler famously speaks of an experiment with flees.  A lid was kept on the bottle they were in.  The flees jumped to the height of the lid only.  The amazing thing was when the lid was removed, rather than escape the flees continued to only jump as high as the lid.
In the same way it seems to me I am prone to only acting within the limits I have known.  I get comfortable.  I get complacent.  Yet a whole world awaits outside my perceived limits.  I have enough trouble exceeding my self-imposed limitations without needing the limitations others set for me.
Most of the time it seems I only find out what I am capable of by doing it.  The worst thing to me seems to be not giving something a go.  There are many things I would never give a go but there are a number of things for which I may be qualified but that are more than what I have experienced to date.
They are pressure moments for sure but, there are few things more rewarding than giving something a go and seeing it can be done.  I guess that is the way most of us learn new tasks and take on more and more.
What I want to avoid is paralysis.  It is too easy to come a certain way and settle.  It is like deciding I should live in Townsville but settling in Rockhampton on the drive to Townsville.  I do not know my potential, but I will never know it if I do not give it a go.  They say people get promoted to the level of their incompetence.  Even if that happens to me, I want to get there and find out.
I reckon there would be few things worse than not achieving what I could due to never giving it a go.  To me that is harder to live with than playing it safe.  There may be security where I am, but is there fulfilment?  I am not into “same old same old”.  I know I need to rest along the way, but resting is not discontinuing the journey.  It is getting more strength for the journey.
Maybe I am an idealist, but idealism is better to me than being unfulfilled.