In the corner of my room, tucked away inside my closet, is a plastic garbage bag full of old notebooks, held under pots and pans, a guitar case, and Tupperware containers so we can’t get to each other.
The three pillars in my life are Vocation, Travel, and Stories, probably because each are hard to attain yet are absolutely amazing.
I just read The War of Art and really resonated with its stance on resistance.
It said that what’s most important to a person is the hardest thing they can do—that resistance is equal to the love and sense of accomplishment gained by doing what one loves. It’s scary to dive into things you deeply care about.
It’s no surprise that finding the template for a job that speaks to me is nearly impossible and that there’s literally a massive gap between me and travel.
Stories are trickier, though. It’s like solving a puzzle as you make all the pieces.
Me at nineteen, finishing my first manuscript as fast as I could, writing nearly three thousand words a day, eventually became the year I began to deeply fear what I loved. I burned out hard, didn’t write for nearly a year afterward, and my writing habits have never been as healthy as they were.
For the last two weeks, I’ve been trying to write every morning, and it’s amazed me how simply getting over my fear of the unknown has helped bring me closer to who I want to be. It’s silly, but the simple act of doing is exactly what I needed to start again.
Is there something you’ve been too afraid to start?
Are you going to do anything about it?
I’m totally afraid I’ll mess it up, but that’s all good. It’s better than being afraid of trying.
Thanks for Reading 🙂