I’m not even twenty days into my project, and I’m already feeling like I’m behind. Some things are going along swimmingly, like guitar practice and. . .well actually, that’s about it. Some things, like my drawing practice and fitness goals are back on track after a week of low productivity, but others like screenwriting are kind of stuck in where to start mode. There are a few practical considerations that are holding a couple of things back, like the Python book I was using is probably too boring for me to stick with, if I’m being totally honest, and I should find a better course online. There’s also the matter of being too afraid to ride my bicycle on city streets, which is going to continue to be a problem. I am looking for an indoor trainer for the winter, but I still have to figure out how to not have an anxious response to the thought of riding my bike. Being as I want to ride it for 100 miles in one go and all.
I will get my head back on right this week, but I can see my jerkbrain trying to derail my progress:
Come on, Germy, this time if you quit an ambitious and challenging project and just hang out with me and watch French murder shows and have snacks, I won’t leave you feeling bad physically, and disappointed and disgusted with yourself.
I promise.
Besides, what if you succeed and you’re still not happy with your life? Have you thought of that?
Because I have.
I’ve been lulled into inaction so often by my jerkbrain, that I am actually bored with it’s shenanigans. Unless it can come up with some new reasons to hamstring me, I’m going to do my best to fight it.
One of the most powerful weapons I have in this fight is this newsletter. I feel accountable to you guys. Like I’ve got 300 people in my corner keeping my spirits up as I fight another round.
Thank you.
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