Full Of Shit
Posted by Michael Vacanti
It’s hard work…
I’m actually lazy..
I talk a big game but I’m full of shit.
My face got hot.
And my stomach knotted in pain.
I wanted to scream and punch something and explode, because the words hit me in such a raw place.
My behavior does not align with my stated goals
I want to have massive reach and help millions of people.
But I don’t execute.
That misalignment of intention and action is the kind of chasm that will create a nauseating void in one’s life.
A sickening regret.
A wasted gift for fear of failure.
Now, grind-grind-grind is NOT for everyone
I wish I wanted to settle down with a Minnesota girl and have three kids and BBQ on Sundays and play below-average right field for the Kekembas.
But I don’t.
I recognize in my clearest moments that the harder I work, the happier I am.
The problem: most moments aren’t so clear. Usually, my lizard brain selects mindless content consumption over the next item on my to-do list.
Luckily, I know myself. And I know how to win here.
Reverse Bet II
Because this blog is already sufficiently polluted with non-fitness drivel, one most post can’t hurt.
Plus, I need you guys for a reverse bet to work.
If I didn’t publish this… I simply would not follow through.
If I don’t execute my plan, I will get “I’M LAZY” tattooed on my left rib cage in 1-inch bold font.
My plan is simple.
Create content where attention exists.
I have a list, and I’m going to complete that list every day until I turn 30 years old (April 8th, 2017).
The reason I am not currently executing is because I fear not being good enough.
But the objective side of me knows that 365 shots @87% is greater than 114 shots @99%
Perfection ruins creators.
My barrier is to GO.
To post. To publish. To upload. To finish shit every day.
So that’s what I’m going to do.
PS: I didn’t promote this post.
No email, tweet, or snap mention.
If you are here, you made several intentional clicks through my website and read all the way to the bottom.
PPS: I was going put a face tattoo on the line, but when you combine my hate for laziness and love for my own serratus anterior, this might be even more motivating.