What Are You Waiting For?
“Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.”
— Les Brown
What are you waiting for?
Is it next week, next month, next year? Or some other version of tomorrow?
You know that tomorrow never comes, but still you wait.
You know tomorrow is the place where non-priorities reside.
How many times have you put something off until tomorrow only for it stay there indefinitely?
Why do you do this?
You know tomorrow doesn’t really exist, it’s a no-mans-land, a purgatory that’s perpetually just in, yet just out of reach…
…enough to give you the illusion of momentary action without requiring you to actually do anything.
So, I’ll ask again. What are you waiting for?
Motivation to strike you? Emotion to grip you?
Well is it to feel more comfortable, more secure? To feel ready?
Not that either?
Is it for the fear to subside and the doubt to disappear?
The longer you wait the more crippled by self-doubt you’ll become.
The longer you wait the more you want it and the more the fear will paralyse you.
Before you know it you’ll feel so overwhelmed that you’re incapable of taking action.
Then you quit!
Heed this warning — it will always be scary and daunting, until you start.
But once you start, things change.
The fear reduces to a bubble beneath the surface and the doubt recedes to manageable levels.
No, it’s doesn’t go away but it stops blocking you.
Getting started gives you space to breathe, room to move and time to think.
So, again. What are you waiting for?
You know you can’t take a risk on tomorrow or leave it for another day.
There will never be the ‘right time’ or perfect moment.
You must relentlessly pursue your goals because no one is going to do it for you.
When it’s all said and done will you be the one regretting chances not taken and work not done?
Or will you be the one who built something from nothing?
The one who created the life, the body, the business that used to only exist in the warped reality of your dreams?
“Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.”
— Stephen Vincent Benét