I’m almost to the end of my 30th year.
I can’t remember if I’ve written this anywhere and shared it yet. But here it is again if I did.
I feel a lot wiser in my 30’s. But it’s not some sage wisdom, it’s simply learning from the hardheadedness of my twenties. In so many areas I’ve tried and tried the same thing, over and over again, always expecting different results. Tired of bruising my forehead, I’ve realized if it didn’t work after a decade of trying it the same way then it’s probably not going to work at all.
I’ve heard it said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
So maybe my thirties is not about wisdom but giving up insanity.
Do you know how sometimes you will “know” a truth, but it doesn’t really click?
Something clicked for me the other day.
The utopia I’m chasing does not exist.
There will always be resistance, to borrow from Pressfields War of Art.
I so long to wake up every day with ease, inspired and energized and have productive days 100% of the time. But that’s a dream world. It’s a fantasy.
I can picture the ideal environment where work would be easy. But it wouldn’t’ be called work if it were easy.
When we recognize the fantasy aspects of our dreams we can get back to reality.
Do I think there are disciplines that I could implement that would aide in a higher percentage of productive, energized and inspired days? Yes.
Do those implications require HARD WORK right now to battle the status quo? Yes.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat down to write this past couple of weeks and can’t get anything out. This time I sat down to write and things started flowing.