Art by doodles.
Lately it seems like almost everyone I talk to around my age, is stuck on some variation of this problem:
(Imagine “THEM” as group of 20-somethings screaming)
THEM: I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GROW UP AND IT’S STRESSING ME OUT.
ME: you don’t have to know what you want to do with the rest of your life, just start doing something you care about – and start as soon as possible.
THEM: I KNOW, BUT STARTING IS THE HARDEST PART.
These are smart, passionate, talented, people so why is this happening?
I realize that this is a symptom of being in your 20s, but it sure seems like my generation is hitting this particular brick wall again and again.
I don’t always feel inspired, in fact I literally NEVER feel like blogging, but I always feel proud after I’ve finished a post… Not because I think I wrote some sort of amazing gift to society (LOL), but because it’s something I always thought I couldn’t do, cuz of my dyslexia, and this will be 135th post! So suck on that personal bullshit!
All that being said, I still think if someone locked me in a room with a typewriter, and said I will free you once you’ve finished a novel of at least 100,000 words I would jump out the window… A blank page is one of the scariest things that exists.
Photo by me.
Starting is hard, it requires a lot of self-discipline. Hopefully once you’ve started, at some point in the process you’ll drop into your flow — and that is a beautiful thing.
(by flow mean your artist groove, not your period!)
START every day, and think of finishing – as optional… but personally I find finishing a lot easier.
“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”
~ Kurt Vonnegut