Buy it: Overwhelmed by YellowMelle
Last night, my favorite person on the Internet told me to unsubscribe from his blog. Twice.
Last night, I didn’t want to hear him.
Maybe that’s why humans need so much sleep. To shut down, so we can learn the lessons we need to learn. But let me back up a bit.
First, the players:
Karol Gajda of Ridiculously Extraordinary, aka my favorite person on the Internet. Karol is a good person to know. He just may be the most supportive person I’ve ever met. Karol gives encouragement…lots of it. But he’s also not afraid to give a smack down…especially when you’re making excuses. Take a look at the way he responds to comments, and you’ll see what I mean.
Marie Forleo, Laura Roeder, Danielle LaPorte, Alexis Neely…and pretty much the entire Internet. I’m on the lists of all those people. I’ve bought training from Laura and Danielle, and I love, love, love their stuff.
But, yesterday, I pretty much threw a tantrum after getting one too many e-mails about Rich, Happy & Hot B-School.
Act I: I embarrass myself over e-mail.
Naturally, being super into self-sabotage, I directed this tantrum at Karol. I do NOT recommend doing this ever. Ever, ever. I am incredibly lucky this story has a happy ending (spoiler!).
Among other things, Karol told me this:
Unsubscribe from every e-mail list and blog you are currently subscribed to (including mine) and get to work.
Did I listen to Karol? Thank him for the advice?
Nope. That would be way too easy.
Instead, I did something else I don’t recommend. I argued with him.
Seriously. This is not smart. If you become friends with someone you admire, don’t waste their time complaining and rationalizing.
At this point in the evening, I happened to get really freaking lucky.
Instead of deciding I’m not worth his time any longer, Karol cut right through my rationalizations.
Too bad I’m stubborn. I still couldn’t hear him. I went to sleep. Still not listening. Still rationalizing.
Act II: But then…
This morning, I woke up, and I got it.
I’ve been abdicating my responsibility to control how much I take in – and subsequently how much energy I have left to produce.
It’s Marie and Laura’s job to promote the crap out of their program. It’s their job to enlist their friends to promote the crap out of their program.
It’s my job to cut off the stream when it becomes too much.
Marie and Laura provided an opt-out option for their e-mails (which I opted into, by the way). I chose not to use it. And then I chose to bitch about it.
Because I’m afraid.
I’m afraid to cut the stream. I’m afraid to miss some amazing opportunity that could change my life.
I’m afraid to unfollow you on Twitter, because OMG you might get offended.
I’m afraid to read fewer blogs, because I won’t be clued in.
I’m afraid of missing out.
And, so I am.
Act III: Getting to work.
I have guest posts to write. Marketing copy to finalize. Concepts to test.
Yet I’ve pretty much lost all my momentum in the last month. I set an end date at work, and promptly fizzled. Knowing that I’ll be self-employed in June took away my sense of urgency.
I’ve been feeling panicked about this crazy thing I’ve sent into motion, and I’m reverting to bad habits.
No one else can do this for me.
I’m getting back to work and trusting that my plan is a good one.
Is fear holding you back, too? Tell me in the comments. Let’s keep each other accountable