I was going to put up a fictional crossover today but my mind drifted away like the branches swaying to the gentle summer breeze.
It was sweltering and uninhabitable outside at the time of writing and I didn’t have enough brainpower to do a crossover (you’ll know why) so, I fit myself snugly in a corner and started typing away on my laptop.
A cocktail of epiphanies and thoughts struck me as I worried my way through the early hours of this morning (actually, a lot of mornings and nights).
Almost all of my worries boiled down to two distinct thoughts that plagued my mind for a reasonable time and therefore, I decided to share them on here. Here it goes so, stay with me on this one.
I’m nowhere close to being where I want to be.
I was worried about living my dreams in fragments and the fruitlessness of my existence. At some point, I began staring at the tree outside and realized that if i grew a thick wooden skin, there would most probably be no noticeable difference between the both (There’s the height difference but let’s not delve into that for now).
So, if you’re on the same page as I’m, here’s something for you (and me. Mostly me):
“It’s ok. We all go through this shit almost every morning. It sucks and remember that it will continue to suck unless you wake up and do something about it. So, start now, start where you are. You can’t run if you don’t learn to walk. So, start walking. The rest will follow.”
I can’t stick to plans.
Because I needed the motivation to go through them, duhh.
What’s the problem with my motivation?
Its as real as my Hogwarts letter i.e it doesn’t fucking exist (it didn’t at the beginning of this post) and a lot of others I’ve come across have this problem too. What’s the solution?
“Fake it till you make it”
Well, I had zero motivation when I started writing this but here I’m already 250-ish words strong and I’m motivated to keep going. (Yay me!)
The point is, motivation only pursues those who get stuff done.
“Action inspires motivation”.
Mark Manson says the above line in his book, “The Subtle Art of not giving a Fuck”. This has been the only self-help book that I’ve read till this day and I must say that its lucid and brilliantly written.
I could write a book review on this and I’m most certainly tempted to but that would be digressing very far from the present topic. So, I’ll save this portion for another blog post.
The conclusion is that if i’m going to be stuck to my chair like a sloth and pondering away about the vagaries of life, I’m bound to become synonymous with a portion of motivation i.e “moti” (obese) and not find Mr. Motivation, at all.
Another reason why I couldn’t stick to plans previously was because my plans weren’t realizable.
Who in their right mind would plan to read an entire novel, draw a mandala, write a blog post, apply for content-writing jobs while also juggling with their present internship at the same time?
Now that I’m writing it out, I can hear my mind hurl abuses at me for dumping it with so much of work. (I’m sorry!)
So, I started by making chunk-sized plans today and sticking to them so that I don’t go back to bed by looking at the sheer monstrosity that has been placed before me in the form of a “To-do” list.
This brings us (if you’re still with me) to the last portion of today’s post.
It’s important to know your strengths but it’s more important to know your limitations.
This is so that you don’t suffer a burnout by overworking yourself and lose the motivation streak or feel disappointed for not sticking to an impossible schedule.
That’s the last of the train of my thoughts to leave the station this morning. Do let me know if you found this useful. I would be glad if you did.
WARNING: There are more of these random thoughts to come and I’ll try to keep them as interesting as possible.