I woke up today trying to find the next possible move for my Exhausted Bodies project.
There are clear paths to take, such as courses and books on branding, digital marketing, storytelling, content writing, project management, and more. And then there’s understanding the market landscape, culture, and anything else? Or follow and subscribe to the experts’ email newsletter.
Yes, it can surely keep the momentum if you take the course and read the book.
But my, oh my, our circumstances and conditions are so uniquely punctuated in us that it takes our own awareness and judgment to find the next step.
And it becomes a requirement (experts say so) to first understand yourself, your talents, your strengths, your skills, and your patterns, so you can approach it from our point of view. Well, that, too, is expensive because it is offered as courses, too. But it’s a good place to start.
Why is it that creating something feels the need to hurry? Hurry to understand? Hurry to process the idea? So many social influences, for sure. It is burdening me more. Ah, the need to prove to myself that I, too, can do it. The “me too” pressure.
On one hand, the “pressure” in a general sense is an obvious sign that it is the norm. Uncertainty is the norm. And that brings along experiences that force you to keep moving (some stay in the same place/work), nudging, grunting.
Alright. I’m just feeling the pressure because the idea is already sitting and brewing in my head and I want it to move.
I know the answers are everywhere, but it needs to land at my own pace, what’s left in my capacity. And that’s keeping me in the edge because I know…
I know…
It will be slow progress.
Whooshbrain 