Gosh. It’s been a minute.
To be exact, since the end of February. For a while, I was doing really well with my writing—both here and on my other Substack, Daily Cookbook Adventures. But then I fell behind. Work got busy, the kids’ schedules picked back up, and I started just going through the motions. I stopped believing that anything else was even an option.
The craziest part? I didn’t even realize that was the problem until yesterday.
I just started reading the book Everything is Figureoutable and the first thing it talks about is belief.
I talk to my kids about how important it is to believe in yourself all the time. In sports, in school—in all aspects of life—I’m constantly telling them that believing you can do something is half the battle.
And I really believe that. It’s not just lip service.
But while reading this chapter, it hit me: right now, I don’t believe in myself. I don’t believe I can do more than the bare minimum—the things absolutely required to survive and get through the day.
So, in return, that’s all I’m doing.
All I could think was, “Well, shit. I totally brought this on myself.”
Nothing exists in our world that does not first exist in our mind.
That line from the book stood out to me.
I believed we would buy our house—and we did.
I believed I could quit my job after having Gus and work for myself—and I did.
I believed I’d go back to the same company I worked for before kids—and that’s exactly where I am now.
I literally mapped it all out in my mind, and it happened.
But I think what happened is this: it wasn’t (isn’t?) quite what I imagined emotionally.
And instead of dreaming up something new to work toward, I just thought, “Okay, well, this is what you wanted and you got it… so…”
Age is another factor. I’m 43. And there’s this voice in the back of my head saying, “Nope. You’re too old. It’s too late for that dream.”
Ugh. That voice really needs to go.
So, I’m going to try to find that spark again. To come up with a plan that will make me smile—and give me something to believe in and work toward.
I’m also really excited to see what else this book helps me realize. I don’t know yet what I want to do from here, but I do know I need to figure it out.
And it’s all… figureoutable.
I love this. A friend also posted about reading the Swedish Art of Aging Exuberantly this week, and I thought yup, my attitude is what's holding me back right now. Let's catch up soon. Love you.
Hit that one on the nose. And now I want to read that book.