The Art of Making Sh*t Happen

hands holding a cup of coffee in front of a laptop computer and a desk with various items on it, including the letters "DREAM"

We all have things we want to accomplish, places we want to go, people we want to meet (any and all Marvel cast members, call me. Let’s be friends.)

Sometimes, however, life has other plans.

School happens. Work happens. Kids. Marriage. Debt. Illness.

Things get in the way of our dreams, and suddenly we find ourselves thinking that the impossible really is impossible after all. Sucks, doesn’t it? I don’t know about you, but as a kid — and as a young adult — I firmly believed that I could do anything I wanted. Make it to Hollywood (decided against it). Become a super secret spy (almost did). Meet and interview some really cool people (did). Write a book (did and more).

At some point, I lost faith in that. The aforementioned obstacles stood in my way. It’s totally understandable, because it happens to most if not all of us.

However, I would like to point out that those obstacles — school, work, kids, marriage, debt, illness, life — they’re not insurmountable. They aren’t the end-all to your dreams.

The biggest obstacle in the pursuit of your dreams? The number one thing stopping you when you’re trying to make shit happen?


Want to write a book? Get started. Put pen to paper — or fingers to keyboard — and start writing. Want to make it a best-seller? Work. Your. Ass. Off.

While I do believe that some people are blessed with certain opportunities and connections that others do not have, I’m still a firm believer in the sheer strength of will.

You’ll wake up at 5AM to put in your morning workout before diving into your novel (or other side-gig). Then you’ll work from 8 to 5, driving straight home, only to eat a rushed dinner and write some more. Maybe you’ll even give up Netflix and coffee dates. You’ll do whatever it takes to squeeze in more productivity time. You could probably lose a few friends.

I did.

While I miss those people, I’ve also learned that my closest friends support me in my dreams. They understand if I’m a little too busy to get together. I’ve also learned that I can live without Netflix. When I work hard, when I make shit happen, it’s exhausting — absolutely — but it’s also rewarding. Every single day, I’m closer to making my dreams a reality. One step at a time, all that matters is that I’m moving.

That’s right — I don’t want you to read this and think, “Oh, so how much and how often you work is the true measure of being *really* dedicated to your dreams?” No. That’s not what I think. Sometimes those obstacles, those things in life that happen, they happen. The important thing is how you respond to them. It’s picking yourself up. It’s always taking a step forward, because no matter how fast or how slow you’re moving doesn’t matter. What matters is that you don’t stop.

So, the moral of the story? I’m trying to make shit happen.

You can too.

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