In my 2021 Recap post I reported that I spent 2021 in limbo, slowly moving and figuring things out while doing a lot of waiting. I explained that I started a new 27-year astrological cycle on January 8th (my progressed moon/emotional self moved into my first house of beginnings) which I thought might light a fire under me to get going, but I wasn’t going to force it and I would JUST BE.
I did actually get a little fire exactly on January 8th and started an online class I had purchased but hadn’t been motivated to start. That moved me back into working on my website and web design business stuff.
Omicron was raging, and my looong renovation punch list dragged on into February, so I was still laying low in my apartment and doing stuff behind the scenes as the days rolled by.
I had grand plans to bust out in March, launch my business, and get out in the world more. I have been slowly moving at turtle speed in the right direction, but it’s May and I am still mostly hiding in my shell.
The resistance to putting myself out there is HUGE. My perfectionist tendencies are a very big wall to get over. I do not do things unless I am fairly certain I will excel at them. It’s risky and scary to start a business and risky and scary are not my jam. (This is why I never really thought I would start my own business even though I knew deep down I was supposed to.)
I have all of that resistance and fear combined with my general hermit tendencies that have been exacerbated by the happenings of the world.
I have been blogging for YEARS about trying to get out of my apartment, do more things, and live a more connected life. It’s never been easy for me to do. After two years of comfortable hibernation, not wearing make-up, looking older, feeling older, realizing I hate all my clothes, being afraid of getting sick, and increasing crime in the big apple – leaving my comfort zone is 1000% harder.
Some days, I am perfectly content. I love the freedom to do whatever I want, pretty much always, and it’s comfy in my turtle shell. Other days I wake up in a panic thinking, “This is it. I am stuck here, getting closer and closer to being the old woman who dies alone in her apartment, with her computer and her phone, regretting in her last moments all of the things she didn’t do and the connections she didn’t make because it was hard, and she was afraid.”
The world has been a shit show. It’s not all on me that everything is harder. It’s harder for everyone but not everyone is stuck in their turtle shell and it’s getting less comfortable in here.
Last week, my friends and I were discussing how hard it is to change and one of them said, “People don’t really change”. This lit a fire under me to prove her wrong. People CAN change! I can change. We can ALL change! That is literally why we are here on earth, to EVOLVE! (I think?)
But it’s so easy to get stuck. And it’s so hard to get unstuck.
I keep thinking about the “new things” I did in 2017 (which continue into 2018 and I tried to revive in 2020 before the world fell apart). That entire experience shifted my energy and led me to even more new adventures, new friends, and new ideas that changed my life. (I have evolved! I am just stuck on this next level.)
I never would have done those things if I hadn’t committed publically to doing them. Once I tell lots of people I am going to do something, I do it. (I always thought I was an Upholder, but I have some Obliger in me for sure)
But re-starting MORE NEW things feels old and stale and not right. Every good sequel needs a new twist, but I haven’t been able to come up with one.
Until this week when I had an epiphany!
I don’t need to do NEW things necessarily; I need to do the HARD things.
I need to do the hard things that I have been avoiding that are keeping me stuck. I need to leave my comfort zone, take the risks, go on adventures, connect with other people, spend time in nature, help people, experience art, write more, and share the things I create with the world. (Sequel flashback to my 2018 New Things theme)
I wish could do all of those things with no fear. But, alas, that is not the hand I was dealt (or the hand that I chose?) in this lifetime.
Doing the hard things requires me to push through that feeling of fear in my gut (aka anxiety, for you mentally healthy people) and all of the excuses that I make to avoid that feeling. Here is a peek inside the brain of an anxious, avoidant person when they try to leave their comfort zone:
It will be crowded. The subways feel dangerous. COVID cases are rising. I don’t have sunglasses and it’s sunny. Everyone will be in their 20s. Everyone will be OLD. What if I get stuck talking with someone annoying and I can’t escape? I have to keep working. I shouldn’t spend the money. What if I create something that people don’t love? What if I make a mistake? What if people think I am a lonely loser? It’s too cold. It’s too hot. What if I have to go to the bathroom? What if it’s not fun? I don’t have anything to wear. Is it even worth it?
Anything that requires me to get past the excuses to do the thing counts as hard.
So, inspired by my anxiety, turtles, my friends who don’t think it’s possible to change, my progressed moon in the 1st house, and Glennon Doyle’s motto “We Can Do Hard Things” (love Glennon)…..I will be doing 100 Hard Things between now and the end of 2022.
So many things are hard, it really should be easy (and also incredibly difficult) to knock this out, so I am going for the gold and not even giving myself a full year! Some of the things will be NEW but some of the things will just be everyday hard things that I have been avoiding.
Putting this out in the world and committing to it is HARD so #100HardThings #1…done.
(The number of times I almost bailed in the 48 hours between having this idea, getting excited about it, writing the post, panicking, re-writing the post, and finally publishing the post…A LOT.)
I will write about my journey along the way which will also be HARD. I want to spend LESS time on social media and hard things are not always Instagrammable so there will not be 100 social media posts, but maybe some.
If I can get unstuck, maybe I can inspire other people to get unstuck. If you want to do hard things with me, bring it on!!! I would love to have some company on this journey.
Let the games begin….
(This immediately made me think of Squid Game. And if I actually posted this and it’s out in the world, I am probably as scared as if I were competing in the Squid Game.)
But I have to do the hard things. The happiness of my future self depends on it.