We all have things we want to accomplish, places we want to go, people we want to meet — oh hey, Tessa Thompson, let’s be friends. However, making shit happen can be hard.
Sometimes 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.
But obstacles are just that. Obstacles. They aren’t the end of your journey, and you decide where you want to go next.
For many of us, one of the biggest obstacles in the pursuit of our dreams — the #1 thing stopping us while we’re making 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.
And here’s the deal. Many of us, myself included, possess certain opportunities and privileges that many others do not have. That said, I’m still a firm believer in the sheer strength of will and the ability of every human being to define their own limits.
Sometimes that means you’ll wake up at 5AM to put in your morning workout or before diving into your novel (or other side-gig). Maybe you’ll even give up Netflix and coffee dates. You’ll do what works for you to squeeze in more productivity time. Even if your progress is slow, you keep going.
And hey, you could probably lose a few friends. I certainly 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.
Over the years, I’ve spent countless hours working to build new habits. I’ve struggled with my own mental illness, dug deep to find my motivation, and learned what works (and what doesn’t work) for me. Because that’s what making shit happen takes. It takes waking up on time, taking care of your health and wellbeing, being mindful of your vices and distractions. It takes work and it’s hard. Really freaking hard.
When you work hard to make shit happen, it’s exhausting.
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.
The speed at which you pursue your goals doesn’t matter. What matters is that you don’t stop.
The moral of the story? I’m trying to make shit happen.
You can too.