Procrastination. Fear. Imposter-syndrome. That old guilt programming installed long ago, still running in the back of your head, from the highly punishing Catholic religion. The desire to take over the world (or at least, your life) and as soon as you wake up… that programming starts running in your head, again.
Fight it! respira, sing… to be conscious of it (your shortcomings, that is) is a step in the right direction, right? Think again. Others also say: “sin mente como el demente”! And they seem to be getting more done.
I’ve jumped in the void before, but I guess not enough times for the God inside me. A friend of mine questions me, challenges me all the time, and poses the seemingly simple question: How tired of it are you? (“It” being the indecision to take action) I’d say: I’m tired, so so tired. She’d reply: not really, you can’t be so tired of it if you’re still there! (“There” in the indecision) (and, please don’t take my in-action as me being paralized in any violent relationship, no. This is me being indecisive about a business plan. Violent relationships and escaping from them are a whole other ball game)
So, yes, I’m tired of being indecisive. I opened this blog a year ago, and I’ve only dared to post a few times. I will be turning whooping 45 in a few months, I’m tired of being an employee, and I’m want to find my happy place. Within me. With those I love. Within my little castle. With my future king. This Queen is finding it all.
Follow me for more! Bienvenidos a mi fiesta! And, yes, hold me accountable.
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