If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives!

If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives!

"If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives" Lemony Snicket.

Never a truer word spoken.

When I was writing my blog post yesterday something struck me. Even in that small post I had written, the topic of putting things off popped up more than once. It is also something that has come up in a number of recent conversations and it's got me thinking about why we do it.

Why do we put things off? Why do we wait? 

Ok, if we're talking about something hideous or inanely boring like washing the dishes or doing the ironing then the answer is obvious. But what if it's in relation to something we really want? Something we'd really love to do?

I wonder if it's really because we don't have the time - and by 'we' I mean 'me'! I know I want to do so many things, yet I put them off because 'I can't fit them in'. I could, of course, fit them in…I could spend less time on Facebook, or less time naval-gazing, I could make fewer Pinteresting boards, or spend less time on my phone - calling, texting, IMing… But I think the real question is...

even if i had all this extra time, would I still be making excuses not to do the things I really want to do?

I can procrastinate with the best of them, but I think this is slightly more than that. When I think about what it is I want to be doing, therein lies the problem. It's what I really really really want to be doing. If I do make time for it, and I do it, then what? It's done, it's out there. It might not work, people might think I'm rubbish. I can't take it back and I can't change what's already happened. This thought makes me scared.

Ok, so I've already written one book. I've had good feedback and am pleased with the whole thing. But I don't think it's amazingly brilliant enough to get out there and define me. The book I'm writing at the moment has had very good feedback, is more my style and is just …well…more me. I've gotten into the swing of it and like what I'm writing. This is scary, because it might (fingers crossed) one day actually be out there. I think this is why I've been so slack.

No more!!! We can't skirt around what makes us scared or we'll end up skirting around the edges of our lives until it's too late. Then we'll be slaves to the 'what ifs' and the 'if onlys'. Never knowing what could have been nestled there at the centre of life beyond the safe boundaries. Time to jump in with both feet. And if it doesn't work, then at least I've tried.

I'd be interested to hear what others think about this. Mostly so I can spend my time reading and replying to emails and not actually writing my book…kidding…kind of!!!

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