What if you could become happier?
What if you could impact the world?
What if you could improve your life?
What if you could become healthy?
What if you could live life on your own terms?
There are times when you’re exhausted. Times when keeping your change seems like the hardest, most wretched thing in the world.
I have been there many times in the past and given up. I put in time and effort into creating a good change and stopped when the going got rough. What a waste.
Almost always, you will arrive at a point where you don’t want to continue. Your new habit could be amazing, but it’s too hard to keep. Get past this point and things become a hell of a lot easier.
It’s like climbing a hill - the more you climb the harder things get. But right after the hardest point things slope downward; things get easier.
That’s why you have to continue the habit. Even if it means only doing a tiny bit – running one block, writing just 50 words, doing one pull-up.
The Internet: sometimes brilliant, often vapid, and nearly always a massive time suck.
I am quite familiar with its best and worst qualities. Through the Internet, I can reach my awesome audience and contribute to their life’s. I can also enlighten myself on anything from economics to personal development.
Through the Internet I have also wasted countless hours watching videos, checking email and statistics, surfing mindlessly, and reading a bunch of crap.
You probably are faced with a similar situation. You smartly reap some value from the Internet, but for the most part, you just waste your time.
It’s easy to get caught up in the wide expanse of the web, look at a clock and be astoinished and embarrased that hours have flown by. And even in smaller chunks, the wasted time quickly adds up.
I stepped on the track and looked around. The trees were swaying slightly and the sun was shimmering behind the clouds. For months, I had waited for this day. The day when I could run again.
I started jogging slowly.
I was in solitude; I could only hear the sound of my feet lightly contacting the ground. The light breeze blew into my back as I rounded the track.
I felt joy. There was a joy in running that was indescribable, a joy I hadn’t experience in a long time. And it wasn’t just because I had surgery; I had forgotten the joy of running many years ago.
I said to myself ”I will never take running for granted again.” Then and there I recognized running not as painful, not as a punishment coaches love to use, but as a gift. And since then I have never looked back.
When I started this blog, I expected to get little response. I was a young person writing about my own experiences. I felt I had to write about how changing slow changed my life.
I never thought SlowChange would grow much, and I never really attempted to increase it’s growth.
But here we are, you and 100 + subscribers are reading this post right now, and this is only the beginning.
Blogger’s telling me that I’m on to something, emails of successful change – these are things that motivate me not only to continue, but to create something larger. A movement.
A movement towards realistic change both for ourselves and for the world at large. A movement towards satisfaction with living life slower and in the moment. A movement towards the life we want to live and the world we want to live it in.
When I write, a blank page can be overwhelming. Sometimes, I stare at it, paralyzed by fear. Subconsiously, my mind is saying “I can’t do it. I will fail.”
I have written hundred of articles, yet this feeling is always there. Sometimes it’s barely audible, mostly it’s strong.
This feeling is there with all my good habits. It’s there before I step out the door to run. It’s there before I step on the field to play soccer. It’s there when I force myself to try new, healthier foods.
The fear of starting. It’s hard to start because we’re afraid to.
