Alright, let me share something I’ve been working through lately. It’s been a bit of a journey, trying to get a grip on things.
For the longest time, I felt like I was swimming in fog. You know that feeling? Like having these big, hazy dreams or ideas floating around, but they never really touched the ground. It was frustrating. Lots of imagination, maybe, but zero structure to make anything real happen. I’d start things, get excited, then just drift off. Nothing ever stuck.
Getting Started: The Decision to Try
I got tired of it. Really tired. I realized I needed some kind of anchor. I needed to build something, even if it was small. It felt like I had to bring those floaty ideas down to earth, give them some bones.
So, I decided to get practical. Like, really basic stuff. I figured, okay, let’s just start with what’s right in front of me.
The Actual Process: Step-by-Step
Here’s what I actually did:
- Got a plain notebook: No fancy planners. Just a simple, sturdy notebook. Something solid in my hands.
- Daily lists: Every morning, I forced myself to write down just three small, concrete things I could realistically do that day towards one of those hazy goals. Not big, scary tasks. Just small steps. Like “research one supplier” or “write for 15 minutes”.
- Checked them off: Physically ticking things off felt surprisingly good. Like, proof I actually did something tangible.
- Forgave myself: This was key. Some days, the fog was thick. I wouldn’t get much done, or I’d feel that pull to just escape and daydream. I had to learn to just accept that, not beat myself up, and just start again the next day with a new list. Consistency over perfection, right?
What Happened and What I Learned
It wasn’t like flipping a switch. It was slow. Painfully slow sometimes. There were days I absolutely resisted sitting down and making that list. It felt unnatural, almost like I was betraying the dreamy part of myself by forcing it into little boxes.
But sticking with it, day after day, even imperfectly, started to build something. It wasn’t the dream itself yet, but it was a foundation. A routine. A bit of discipline.
What I found was interesting: The structure didn’t kill the dreams. It actually gave them somewhere to land. It’s like the discipline created a channel for the inspiration, instead of letting it just dissipate into thin air.
I still feel that pull towards the mystical or the hazy sometimes, that desire to escape the hard edges of reality. But now, I have this little toolkit, this simple practice. It helps me ground myself, even just a little bit. It’s about finding that balance, I guess. Letting the dreams inspire the work, and letting the work give shape to the dreams.
It’s still ongoing, this whole process. But sharing it feels like part of it, making it a bit more real. Maybe someone else feels that same push and pull.
