It's easy to get caught up in wanting, almost needing, results... results NOW. I'm in that anxious state. I haven't been this financially desperate since I was in college. I'm not over the cliff yet, but I'm pretty close to the precipice. I finally decided to withdraw money I'd been saving for about six years. Sure, it's enough to get me by for about 5-6 months, but after that, if I haven't gotten some results... I'm gonna be in trouble, to put it mildly. My parents are well-off, yes, but not enough to keep me afloat for long. I don't have rich friends. In all honesty, I don't have enough qualifications or certifications to ensure I can fall back on a job that will keep me comfortable if things don't pan out. I can get a job, yes, but it will either make me psychologically or financially miserable, if not both.
This is it. It's an exciting or frightening time, depending on where my focus is.
As long as my focus is on results, it's frightening. If it's on the journey, I couldn't be more excited.
See, I'm finally living the life I've always dreamed about. Not imagining it, not dreaming about it, not even just thinking about it or just preparing for it. I'm living it. Since I can remember I've always dreamed about making at least enough money to make ends meet, and then spending my time doing things I truly enjoyed: reading, writing, learning, studying, etc. Spending my time the way I want to spend it, creating things and, hopefully, leading towards an indepenent and fulfilling future.
The reality of this dream is frightening, and sometimes tedious, and takes a lot more day-to-day, hour-to-hour, minute-to-minute work and effort than I anticipated. But I'm learning a lot, and that's what I've always wanted.
I believe I will succeed, if I keep my goals based in reality. Certainly, I'd like to be rich working less than 20 hours a week. To be sure, I'd like to strike it unexpectedly, undeservedly rich. But I'm going to keep myself grounded in reality. I can beat my monthly income steadily. I write a certain number of articles or poems or pages a day. I can spend a certain amount of time on this blog or other websites. These goals are achievable, and are steps towards improvement and progress.
Finally, I can remember: there IS no end goal. It never ends. There are just stations on the journey. Just rest stops on the trail. After you reach one, you strive for the next. Regardless of where this road takes me, there will always be the next goal. It's all one, long journey. The trick is to appreciate it while it's happening. And when I do, life is joyous.
This is it. It's an exciting or frightening time, depending on where my focus is.
As long as my focus is on results, it's frightening. If it's on the journey, I couldn't be more excited.
See, I'm finally living the life I've always dreamed about. Not imagining it, not dreaming about it, not even just thinking about it or just preparing for it. I'm living it. Since I can remember I've always dreamed about making at least enough money to make ends meet, and then spending my time doing things I truly enjoyed: reading, writing, learning, studying, etc. Spending my time the way I want to spend it, creating things and, hopefully, leading towards an indepenent and fulfilling future.
The reality of this dream is frightening, and sometimes tedious, and takes a lot more day-to-day, hour-to-hour, minute-to-minute work and effort than I anticipated. But I'm learning a lot, and that's what I've always wanted.
I believe I will succeed, if I keep my goals based in reality. Certainly, I'd like to be rich working less than 20 hours a week. To be sure, I'd like to strike it unexpectedly, undeservedly rich. But I'm going to keep myself grounded in reality. I can beat my monthly income steadily. I write a certain number of articles or poems or pages a day. I can spend a certain amount of time on this blog or other websites. These goals are achievable, and are steps towards improvement and progress.
Finally, I can remember: there IS no end goal. It never ends. There are just stations on the journey. Just rest stops on the trail. After you reach one, you strive for the next. Regardless of where this road takes me, there will always be the next goal. It's all one, long journey. The trick is to appreciate it while it's happening. And when I do, life is joyous.
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