Ideas aren’t the problem.
I have more ideas than I will ever need. My mind is swimming in them. My journals are filled with them. They come to me while awake, while asleep, while focusing on a project, while reading a book, while listening to a lecture, while drinking wine with friends.
Quiet isn’t the problem.
I can quiet my mind. I have never found it difficult to meditate or to zone out or to focus on work amidst people in a packed coffee shop.
Passion isn’t the problem.
Everything is interesting to me. I always want to know more. I get excited by people, ideas, all manner of things, all of the time. Everything matters.
So what is the problem? Why is it so hard these days to move forward? Why can’t I push myself to execute on my ideas? To pursue my passions? To be at peace with myself?
This isn’t a new state for me, but it isn’t a frequently visited one either. I know from experience that it means I’m about to have some sort of breakthrough. It means that I need to be patient with myself and try to live my life while the breakthrough is finding its way to the surface.
Why is this so damn hard?
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