Picking Myself Back Up
Cards on the table. I’ve gone through a rough patch.
I was doing so well. Writing, putting out podcasts and content.
Then my schedule got stretched too thin.
I had to make a choice between doing the right thing and what I wanted to do.
So I had to hit the pause on content.
Then I got sick.
Hit by a flu-like cold in the middle of summer that knocked me out for over a week. Residual illness stuck with me for a couple of weeks after that until I found I had a sinus infection. This has happened while my wife Kate is dealing with the severe illness of a family member.
When it rains, it pours.
It’s lightened up a bit.
We’re not out of the woods yet, but we have been able to come up for air.
However, I’ve found myself paralyzied, not finding the inspiration to get out of the funk.
Maybe, as dysfunctional as it sounds, I’ve been embracing the funk, the inaction, because it’s familiar to me. I know what it feels like.
But I can’t stay here. I’m going to have to act, because inaction is also a choice.
How do you eat an elephant?
One bite at a time.
I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep putting out podcasts. Because it’s not about me. It’s about helping someone.
Someone who might be in a state of paralysis and needs to know that he/she can get out of it as well if they just sit down and start.
It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be a mountain of work. Just a little bit at a time
It’s time to dust off Steven Pressfield. It’s time to start listening to prayer if I can’t speak it. It’s time to open my mouth and work through it with Kate, and call my friends for support.
I’ll get through this and so will you.
