When I say I want to write a new article for my favorite kids’ magazine, is it the writing that I actually want? Or the warm pride and satisfaction that comes at the end of it?
If it’s the former, why do I spend so much time procrastinating, scrolling Twitter, reading a twentieth random article, scrolling Twitter again, and coming up with a million excuses as to why my current mental state doesn’t allow for creative work?
If this was something I was beyond excited to do, would I sit on my couch complaining about how I don’t know where to start? Or would I drop everything else and try every possible approach one after another until I find the one that gets the job done?
When I am in love, I’m so determined to do the impossible that I can move mountains. When I am in love, the rest of the world suddenly can wait.
I must admit, I am not in love with writing that article.
If I’m to be honest, I rather like the idea of being the sort of a person who writes cool technical riddles for an awesome kids’ magazine.
But now that I understand the difference, at least I can do something about it.
2 responses to “How serious are you?”
Mmm… Yes. Love the questions, going to borrow this type of personal analysis 🙏 Great job beautiful ❤
[…] But one day when trying to let go of my hands and find the balance, I caught myself thinking how impossible it is, and then it struck me. “Do you really want to keep complaining in your head, or will you actually focus on the thing itself? How serious are you?“. […]