The battle to overcome procrastination and, what Stephen Pressfield call, resistance rages on. In some days, I feel defeated and overwhelmed by the weight of resistance. It is relentless and psychologically overpowering. My body would feel tired and depleted. And my brain, drained and discouraged, couldn't do anything but lie in waiting for the mood to pass; hoping that tomorrow the spirits, the muse, would list me out of this gloomy weather.
Luck, they say, has a lot to do with success. If that is the case, I am not the luckiest person in the world—compared to, let's say, my cousins. Ah, there I go, comparing myself disadvantageously to others. But this is what happens with resistance and atrophy takes over—negativity inside and out.
I am slowly fighting back, trying to fill my time—which is a lot this summer—with whatever creativity juice I can summon in my half-awake right brain. Desperately needing to be productive, and a desire to feel a sense of importance and significance in this world, I am reading books, writing blogs, generating business ideas. When these things become tangible, concrete, and in physical form, I don't know.
Im hoping that in writing this blog, the muse will hear me, and the Gods will respond to my wants.
Hi. I'm Kent and this is my blog. Let me know what you think.