No matter how much I try not to, every so often I fall out of love with my
work
The thing that I love and cherish becomes a dreaded chore. I avoid it like a pile of dirty dishes glaring at me out of the corner of my eye as I stealthily slip by.
I’m not proud to admit this either. After all, what I teach on this blog and in Trailblazer is all about working on your own terms and waking up excited about what you get to do.
When I fall out of love with my work it seems like there are so many other interesting things I could be doing. An interesting documentary on Netflix, an audiobook I just downloaded. Even doing the dishes seems more interesting (no matter how much they glare at me)
.
I think there’s a striking difference between when you start out working toward a dream and when it’s actually gotten off the ground; when it’s moved from a nebulous sketch on a folded up napkin, to a fully operating vision that now has a life of its own.
But inevitably, things change
I’m not proud to admit this either. After all, what I teach on this blog and in Trailblazer is all about working on your own terms and waking up excited about what you get to do.
When I fall out of love with my work it seems like there are so many other interesting things I could be doing. An interesting documentary on Netflix, an audiobook I just downloaded. Even doing the dishes seems more interesting (no matter how much they glare at me)
.
I think there’s a striking difference between when you start out working toward a dream and when it’s actually gotten off the ground; when it’s moved from a nebulous sketch on a folded up napkin, to a fully operating vision that now has a life of its own.
But inevitably, things change
Sometimes what you thought you loved changed. Sometimes you change.
You put ridiculous expectations on yourself, like:
I need to get things done, why can’t I just create more? (chug, chug, chug… we’re not machines)
I should be more excited about this, why can’t I just be automatically on FIRE every time?
Why can’t I be more gentle with myself? That’s definitely what I should be doing after all.
You put ridiculous expectations on yourself, like:
I need to get things done, why can’t I just create more? (chug, chug, chug… we’re not machines)
I should be more excited about this, why can’t I just be automatically on FIRE every time?
Why can’t I be more gentle with myself? That’s definitely what I should be doing after all.
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