Steven Pressfield was right — it never gets easier.
Another night. I'm staring at my screen, willing myself to come up with something worth writing. I'm tired, but I get the sense that my mind is making me feel more tired than I actually am. I can already hear the voice in my head offering me an exit:
"Even publishing once every three days is great. Besides, who's going to know if you don't publish today?"
But I remind myself: I know the goal. And that's all that matters.
Still, I feel a pang of shame — that I can't control my thoughts. Shame hurts. Almost on autopilot, I open a new browser tab. YouTube. So many videos. Each one looks fascinating, like it was made just for me. Their thumbnails and titles are magnetic. I start lining them up in my head, planning a mini binge. And just like that, I feel better.
But then I catch myself. And I breathe.
"It's okay," I say. "You got here. That's all right. You know you will feel worse after the binge. You feel better once you publish."
I bring my attention back to the task at hand. The five minutes of daily meditation are helping — I'm learning to be present and gentle when I get distracted.
I return to my writing tab and begin typing this out.
Steven Pressfield was right — you become stronger. Your life begins to change when you decide — and Turn Pro.