Sometimes it’s a challenge to get started. Sometimes I spend all day just trying to get started. Then 9PM rolls around and I’ve watched the 7th movie of the day, or the 7th novel, and now I am ready to start. It’s funny how much fear can keep you from starting. It’s abhorrent. I think I have mastered the art of procrastination, or avoidance…or purposeful avoidance? Maybe?
Do you think about making your mark? Somehow? In anything? You just want to be known for something, but you don’t know how to get started. There’s that niggling feeling deep inside, that you’re good at this one thing, or many things, but you can’t start. It’s like the gun that goes off and you don’t take that first step to start the race. You freeze! I hate that. I am perpetually frozen in this idea I have of myself, but in reality I am still trying to start.
I can’t breathe sometimes with the fear I am wasting my life. I want to start and I wonder how do they start and build these empires where they don’t have to worry about making money. I try to not to worry about making money. I just want it to all be sorted, you know? It’s not. That’s the reality sometimes. You have to keep working at everything, until something sticks and it’s awesome and you have this feeling of “I’ve finally made it.” But when? Should I worry about the when? I try not to. It sticks in my mind and then I am writing posts about procrastinating and never starting.
What is my life most of all? What am I doing with it? What I am sharing of what I know with the world? Will they even care that I have anything to offer? Where the heck did my self confidence go? Did I really ever have it?
I have no burning desire for anything most days. I feel drained and afraid. However, when I receive these burst of energy, I try to work through this energy until it disappears. And it does disappear eventually and then I am back at square one. I stopped drinking caffeine. I have switched to decaf because with decaf my body isn’t vibrating with anxiety. There’s some semblance of peace. Wouldn’t that be nice?
I also haven’t been sleep well. I slept three and half hours today and a cup of iced decaf coffee and I’ve only yawned twice. I don’t feel tired anymore. I don’t sleep my life away; but maybe only sometimes when my body is trying to catch up on rest. But that isn’t everyday anymore. I don’t know what happened. Something definitely changed. Is it a good thing?
My life is untitled though. What can I offer the world that it doesn’t already have? Is this me just whining about something I have no control over? I feel like every time something happens, like a major shift in my life, I have to restart everything over. It’s worrisome that I always find myself beginning things again. Starting over. Everyday is a new beginning, no matter what we worry about. We can decide to live a different life the next morning, right?
“To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.”
Hamlet – William Shakespeare
We start again, don’t we? We keep traveling that road ahead, because what choice do we have?