Trying the things that stick

There’s so many things I’ve created. Often I get inspired by an idea and throw a bunch of energy behind it for an evening or two. Then the idea sits and dies. But sometimes it doesn’t, sometimes the seed planted sprouts and grows, and through careful attention it thrives.

But the ideas that thrive are effortless, they don’t require forcing, they feel natural and fun and energizing.

I don’t force growth in ideas that are boring and exhausting. At least not anymore.

The thing I’ve lost though is a sense of where I am in relation to where I want to be. Each day brings joy and beauty, and each day I get things done. But I often lack perspetive on where that’s taking me, and what I want out of it.

I’ve tried programming (dozens of times), writing fiction, writing non-fiction, creating apps, starting podcasts, career pivots and changes, new exercise habits, new eating habits, new sleep routines. Some worked well, most dropped off after a short period of time.

And yet here I am, still moving forward, trying to find joy in the little moments, and daily asking myself the point of why I keep trying.