The article linked above really hit home for me this Monday morning, and I wanted to share it here. I’m feeling a bit down today – weighed by a sense of guilt that I’ve been wasting my evenings and weekends. Even as I’ve been researching and writing more, even as I’ve been building my consulting business, I find myself saddened by the fact that I’m not doing more. I’m supposed to be fluent in Spanish, sewing my own summer dresses, and flaunting amazingly flat abs this summer. But I’m tired.
I say that all the time, but it’s true. When I arrive home at 6:30 in the evening after staring at a computer screen all day, I simply don’t want to work any more. I want to curl up on the couch with a tasty snack, a book, and a movie. I don’t want to trek to a stinky germ-infested gym to punish my body for being soft. I don’t want to dress up to attend a networking event for 90 minutes of disingenuous dull small talk and watered down drinks. But that’s what success takes, right? Getting out there, pushing boundaries, obliterating comfort zones. It all sounds nice until I realize that I must sacrifice my peace to become the best version of myself physically, mentally, and financially.
But I love my peace so much.
Right now, growing my business feels good, so I’m trying to orient unpleasant activities around that. Exercising more will give me the energy and confidence I need to serve my clients better. Being more social will help with marketing. I just have to figure out a way to tap into my passion so I can effectively battle this malaise. I’m still learning how to embrace discomfort and push through challenges. I just have to remember to stop lambasting myself for not learning these lessons when I was 23.
There is a cost to happiness. I must stop gawking at the price tag and pay it already.