My recent fixation — because that’s what I do, fixate — is personal finances. (More on this later.) And as I run out of books at the library to read on personal finances*, I’ve started reading personal finance blogs. And this week there seems to be this theme in the blogs I’m reading, podcasts I’m listening to, and well, life in general. And that’s this: Do hard things.
So that’s what I’m doing here today. A hard thing. Coming back to this blog, and telling myself, “Hey, this writing thing is a thing that you love. And it’s hard. But do it anyway. It’s worth it.”
It’s easy to constantly consume. It’s hard to produce.
It’s easy to read. It’s hard to write.
It’s easy to sit on the couch. It’s hard to exercise (or in my case, to get up at 5:30 AM to exercise).
It’s easy to let my house accumulate clutter and dust and weird cobwebs. It’s hard work to keep a house clean and tidy and worth living in.
I could go on and on, and yes, I know that the above statements are sweeping generalities, but my point is that doing nothing is easy. Doing something is hard. It takes thought. And energy. And effort. But isn’t it always worth it?
*Yes, I’m reading them all (ish).