"how hard can it be?"
My mom, Inge, was a feisty lady; she was born in 1921 and saw some tough times: the depression, the war, immigrating to Canada with 2 small children, living with my dad. She blended 3 languages together: Ger-freng-lish… and people understood her; she creatively invented new words in conversation and while playing Scrabble. One of her favourite phrases, which definitely made an impression on my life was “how hard can it be?”…She would just jump into a project, without the help of Youtube or the Internet, and just.. figure.. it.. out. Now, these projects didn’t always go well….but that wasn’t the point.. the point was she went into these projects full of positivity. Failure didn’t scare her; she would shrug it off and start again.
That trait is one I’m happy to have inherited from her….