So. I told myself at the beginning of 2022 that I would update this blog every other week. And yet here it is, 1:10 on a Saturday morning with a post due in less than 7 hours, and I haven’t written anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, you might be thinking that I must have procrastinated. Two weeks have elapsed since the last post and I haven’t even begun the next? Textbook procrastination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But honestly, that’s not it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see, I’ve been kicking butt since January 1st. Something about entering the calendar year where I’ll turn 30 made me realize that I need to put up or shut up. To go after the things I want to be, or decide that they’re never going to happen. To act, or admit I’m full of crap. And so far, I’ve been acting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ve lost almost 10 pounds. I haven’t missed a day of Duolingo. I’ve been going to daily mass regularly. I’ve been on top of replying to texts and emails. I’ve made time for my friends, and I’ve gotten more work done in the last 3 weeks than any 3-week period in recent memory. In fact, I’ve gotten so much work done that I’m starting to run out of things to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So procrastination isn’t my problem. But if that’s not it…what is?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
One of my favorite things about genuinely great films is that you can usually remember at least 3 or 4 epic quotes, but then you go back and re-watch the movie and realize there are another 3 or 4 you completely forgot. That’s how it is with The Incredibles<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Honey? Where’s my super suit?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I can’t lose you again! I’m not strong enough.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “And when everyone’s super? No one will be.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You are Elastigirl! Pull yourself together…Go! Confront the problem! Fight! Win! And call me when you get back, Darling, I enjoy our visits.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n You probably remember most of those. (And if you don’t, go rewatch the movie you heathen.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n But there’s another line that I recently remembered, and my gosh is it good. It’s from Buddy, before he becomes Syndrome, addressing Mr. Incredible:<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You always, always<\/em> say ‘be true to yourself,’ but you never say which part of yourself to be true to!”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Louder again for those in the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I evaluate all of my passions and all of the things I want to spend time on…there are too many. My job. My family. My friends here in Denver. My friends not in Denver. This blog. Speaking of Movies. Volleyball. Dating. Writing a script. Travel. Hiking. Learning Spanish. They’re all a part of me. But which part of myself am I supposed to be true to?<\/p>\n\n\n\n If I had started this post a couple of weeks ago, I probably would have sat down to pray about the question. (Oh, daily prayer should be on that list.) But I didn’t. I started writing 12 minutes ago, and it’s now 1:22am. I’m supposed to go hiking tomorrow, and I can’t stay up too much longer. So I’d like to find a simple answer to the question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the reality is, there is a simple answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Do something.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I had dinner with a buddy the other night, and one of the things that became so clear as I talked to him is that he’s paralyzed. He has a bunch of things he wants to try, but he doesn’t want to make a false step…so he’s doing nothing. It’s easy for me to see that’s the case with him because I’ve been that guy.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n If you had tried to project the trajectory of my career when I was 21 – I had skipped college, interned for the top (at the time) Catholic film company in the country, quit because I thought I could do it on my own, designed websites until I could afford a camera, used that camera to create videos that people paid me for, used that track record to charge more, and by the time I was 20, raised $90,000 to make a documentary – you would have assumed that by 30 I would be a millionaire. Or have made a movie. Or, I don’t know, done something more impressive than that doc. But I haven’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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