I wanted to talk about why you feel bad about your life. Don’t lie to me — I know that you wake up like that from time to time. Every now and then. You look at all the things you wanted to do with your life, or be, or try, or achieve, and you worry that maybe you’ll never get there.
And then you look at the people who seem to have everything you want, with all the trappings of success, and the money, and the followers, and the recognition and everything else.
You look at it all, and you read about how they live. You read about their big morning routines and their mindfulness and how they wake up every f**king day at 5 AM and greet the sunrise with warm water and lemon juice and all this bullshit.
You try to live like that — and it works sometimes, but not as well as it does in the blogs you read.
And you think hey, this must be why you’re not as successful as them. Because you can’t get up that early without hating yourself and everyone else on the planet, and no matter how much you try, you can’t keep a morning routine going for more than a few weeks, no matter how many listicles you read.
You keep wondering to yourself, maybe if you could be that kind of person, you’d be happier. Maybe you wouldn’t struggle with depression as much as you do, from time to time. Maybe your highs wouldn’t be offset by massive lows. Maybe you’d be able to “build a passive income” and make “8 figures every month” and constantly feel “blessed” — instead of always feeling like you’re a work in progress, that may wind up as an unfinished symphony.
But it’s just not you. You don’t live what some folks might call an optimized life. In fact, yours is closer to controlled chaos. You have goals that you work towards, you know what you want, you’ve got big ideas, but you’re just not the kind of person who can live like a damned motivational robot.
And you know what? That is absolutely, entirely, 1,000% fine. There is nothing wrong with it, or you.
Feeling bad about who you are, and where you’re at, and what you’re achieving, and how and why and when and all this crap is something that we’ve just gotten used to. We’ve gotten used to hating ourselves. We’ve gotten used to feeling crummy, and comparing ourselves to people on Instagram who we have never even met, and worrying that maybe we’ll never match up.
So much of society is based on that. There are whole industries that rely on that in order to function. Fashion, health, fitness, etc.
Here’s what I know. Life is hard. In fact, it’s really, terribly, painfully, exhaustingly, f**king hard, and a new morning routine won’t change that. It won’t make it all magically better. It won’t fix your problems. At the end of the day, it’s okay to not feel invincible all the time. Or thankful all the time. Or positive all the time. It’s okay to not be a superhuman.
It’s okay, in fact, to be an entirely ordinary human, and to struggle. That struggle, with all the hard work and the blood and the sweat and the tears that go with it…it makes whatever success you reach feel so much better.
You’ve got to forgive yourself for not matching the picture of perfection. You’ve got to let yourself feel what you’re going to feel, and find a way to respond to it.You’ve got to let yourself live your own life.
Every now and then, you’ve got to get wired on too much coffee, eat a cheeseburger for lunch and not give a damn about the mindfulness. You’ve got to play Xbox until 1am and read comic books and eat cake in the bath and miss your alarm and let your emails rage out of control. That’s how you live. Don’t feel bad about it.
So you’re not Elon Musk. So you’re not Steve Jobs. So who gives a f**k? .