Last updated on December 14th, 2018 at 11:52 pm
Alright, story time. I remember 2012 for a couple of things:
- My best friend got married
- I finally got out of the slump I was in after graduating from university a year and a half ago
- I got the idea of writing a health book with healthy recipes, advice and all that stuff. Since I didn’t have a lot (or ANY extra) money back then – I decided to start a blog instead. It costs under $100 and it seemed people were making good money from it. This would be my opportunity to save money for the book.
Then, like with everything else in my life, I waited. And waited.
Then I waited some more for the right time to come. The time when I’m ready and know everything about starting a blog the right way.
I read about a million and four income reports from people who made a tremendous amount of money.
When I read them, I felt inspired, motivated and I would start to daydream.
Like, I could almost feel how I’m doing this too and it’s working out for me in the best way possible and I’m making a gazillion bucks per hour and living on some sunny island. Being able to support my family and retire my parents earlier.
Because it sounded so easy. I post what I eat and then I make money? Sounds good.
But. Then I would just, for some reason, not do it. Not ever do it. Things that were more important came and somehow the time was never right.
Until 2015 came and I felt really lost. At that point I decided I have nothing to lose, so I’ll just start this blog. And I did.
But the getting ready part didn’t end there. My blog design was never perfect and my content was never good enough to be seen by other people’s eyes.
It was mine and it sucked.
So I’d keep adjusting my site, keep redoing my content and keep saying I’ll get serious about it this next month.
The time somehow never came that year. I always had work to do, places to go, people to see.
I thought that I need to be more productive, that there’s something other people know, that I don’t know.
And then I started to make plans and schedules and to do lists and reading all the time management articles that I could find. That took a long time and it gave me the illusion that just because I invested one hour planning my entire week I will be able to finish my tasks sooner.
I got into the habit of making these silly plans and full-on strategies on a regular basis.
And I can tell you: this was the biggest waste of time for me.
Now, years after, I actually figured out how to stop always just getting ready and to finally get my life together.
How I stopped getting ready and actually got my life (sorta) together
Step #1: Do.
Before you make a complete plan and figure out the entire strategy imagining what could and what couldn’t happen – just do. Stop wondering how this would work and what wouldn’t work. Whether this is a good idea or not.
Because honestly – you don’t know.
And the only way to know is to finally do whatever you need to do and see how it goes.
To not think that the whole world will crash and burn if you don’t fulfill your crazy goal by the crazy deadline you’ve set for yourself. If you fail.
Just do and see what happens.
Step #2: Find beauty in the journey
If you do everything with stress, obsession, pressure and no real motivation other than getting to your goal, then that whole time between the start and finish will suck.
I’ve spend hours and hours and hours working on things just because I thought they’d bring me some enormous profit. And I was hating every minute of it. It was like doing my homework with someone making me do it. Like self-discipline gone wrong. Gone insane.
And once that much hated task was done, true I would be relieved, but then I would be crushed when I didn’t get the result I wanted.
So now, I focus on feeling good. Not that you can feel good all the time, but I focus on not hating what I do. On doing everything with more excitement, with love and with thought.
And this is key: not overdoing it!
Whenever I start feeling “that’s enough” – it usually is, so I take a break.
For example if I want to batch create content for my blog, I do whatever I can in one day. If I can write just one article – well, that’s it for the day and I schedule it. In the past it was always first write 5 articles and then schedule them and edit them until they’re unrecognizable. Those 5 articles didn’t take one day. They took weeks and didn’t perform well.
But when I focus on one thing at a time, give it my all and then FINISH IT – I feel better, less stressed and I am actually quicker.
Step #3: The best things aren’t planned
Trust your way, life’s trying to show you something that’s good for you. I never thought, ever, that I wanted to work with people.
My belief was always that I like to be alone and focused and to work in a laboratory or at a desk job. But then life just put me more and more in situations where I had to work with more people.
I was in sales, in event management – all kinds of jobs that required me to actually talk to people. And it surprised me. I really enjoyed it a lot and felt happier and more alive when I was in constant contact with others.
While at my desk – I felt like I’m dying. I didn’t see any point in what I was doing and I was gaining weight on top.
Working with people was not something that I had planned for years, it was never a goal of mine. But it’s something that I now know is for me. And if I didn’t trust life I would probably be somewhere locked in a laboratory feeling miserable.
It’s the same thing with starting a blog. It wasn’t something I dreamed about when I was a kid, I wasn’t good at writing and talking to strangers wasn’t something I was interested in. But as I grew more and more, I needed to do it. I had to share what I knew. And not keep those thoughts to myself, imagining that I’m something special and that others have no idea. I needed to share.
And I can tell you that posts that I’ve planned for months, researched and got ready for DAYS, sometimes don’t get ANY traction. While the ones that I didn’t expect to, I didn’t plan to – happen to perform the best.
With blogging every day it feels like I’m doing something that I’m really scared of. Something that terrifies me. And if I think about it long enough I would probably never let it happen. But I’m doing it anyway and it feels right. It feels like the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. Even if it’s not huge, even if it doesn’t mean anything to anyone else. It means a lot to me.