Right now, there's something you'd rather be doing. Right now, there's something in your life you want to change. There's a job you hate. There's a few pounds you want to lose. There's a room that's begging for a coat of paint. There's a loved one you've been meaning to call.
What's stopping you? Well, you are.
I know because I'm what's stopping me. I sat on my ass most of tonight, watching the Yankees crush the Mets, waiting for something to come to me that was worth writing about. But that's the writer's struggle, isn't it? Waiting for inspiration to light up the synapses in your brain.
That's bullshit. That's giving in. That's letting me stop me, just like you're letting yourself stop you.
It's getting late. But as soon as I punctuate this post, I'm going to write for an hour. And I'll get an hour less of sleep tonight. But I'm still going to wake up and swing that 35 pound kettlebell around in the morning (me and the 35 pounder aren't on speaking terms). I'm still going to go to work in the morning and put out the best Sunday papers I can. And I'm going to come home, open a beer, and write for another hour.
Because if I don't, I'm letting me stop me. And I'm not going to let myself do that. Are you going to let yourself stop you?