Every now and then I would hit the wall. A crisis. It's invisible so I am always surprised when I am abruptly stopped on track. Just when I thought I'm gaining momentum, generating steam, I am knocked down. Fuck.
What is this wall? Why does it appear out of nowhere? Or has it always been there and I just happen to reach it? Or, did I overdo it again—pushed down on the accelerator too hard and I forgot to hit the break pedal. Maybe that's what happened. Fuck.
Blogging. Self-publishing. Business developing. Working. Reading. Writing. Planning. Worrying. Self-Criticizing. Self-deprecating. Self-loathing. All of them cost physical (at the molecular level) and mental energy. All are efforts in one form or another.
Yeah, I pushed the accelerator too hard again.
So here I am—losing interest in everything; wanting to get rid of things again. I usually start by getting rid of Apps on my phone. Then I remove all the eBooks on my kindle but two. Then I donate clothes and things from my house. Then I commit to stop doing non-critical/urgent activities. Then I focus on one idea and one idea alone.
I hope this process works.
Hi. I'm Kent and this is my blog. Let me know what you think.