A sense of frustration has plagued me all week. The kind of frustration that comes from a lack of progress, things just not going right, too many late nights with very little to show for it, underestimating the amount of work something actually takes, or just plain ol’ impatience. Pick one, because they all apply.
I subscribe to the big-name-entrepreneur-motivator school of thought that says you should love your job and it should light you up (I’ve been reading Danielle LaPorte’s Fire Starter Sessions book, more on that next week). This school of thought says that it may not be fun every time, it may not always be a smooth path, but it’s worth it.
I forgot the “it may not always be a smooth path” part, and expected a new personal project I’m tackling to be easy.
As anyone who’s ever done something out of their comfort zone before, doing something that pushes their skills a little farther than before isn’t always easy. Work, not matter how fun it is, is still work. I still need to put in the time to make sure it’s right and good and valuable.
Luckily, I think the tide is turning a bit, thanks to an adjustment in attitude. I just needed to remind myself that it’s okay that progress may be slow. It’s okay to mess up, it’s okay that it takes me twenty tries to get it right. It’s new and different and it will take me a while.
And that’s okay.
Know what I mean?
P.S. The palette above doesn’t really have anything to do with frustration or a new project; I just thought it was pretty and wanted to share it.