Quotes

The Time Will Pass Anyway (So You Might as Well Do the Thing)

You man in formal wear playing the piano

I came across this quote by Earl Nightingale the other day, and it hit me right in the procrastination nerve:

“Don’t let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something stand in the way of your doing it. The time will pass anyway; we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use.”

Oof. Right? That’s one of those quotes that quietly parks itself in your brain and refuses to move.

The Piano Excuse I Used for Years

I used to say, “I’d love to learn piano, but it’ll take years before I’m any good.” I imagined myself hunched over a keyboard, fumbling through scales, hitting the wrong notes, and thinking, Who has that kind of patience?

But then, one random Tuesday afternoon, I had this ridiculous realization: five years from now, those five years will have passed anyway. Whether I spend them complaining about how long piano takes or actually playing it is completely up to me.

And honestly, that thought kind of flipped a switch. I pictured future-me sitting at the piano, hands gliding over the keys, maybe even playing something that sounded half-decent. Then I pictured future-me who never started—still saying, “Yeah, I always wanted to learn piano.” The second version of me looked bored. The first one looked content. So I went for it.

Starting Is the Hardest Part

That first week? A symphony of wrong notes and self-doubt. My cat actually left the room. But there was something kind of addictive about it—the challenge, the incremental progress. Every new chord I learned was like unlocking a secret door.

And that’s the thing with time-based fears: they’re sneaky. We convince ourselves that something isn’t “worth” the years it’ll take, but we’re already spending those years doing something else—scrolling, waiting, wishing.

Time doesn’t care what we do with it. It’s going to keep moving, whether we learn the piano or not, write the book or not, take the trip or not.

The Magic of Compounding Effort

Here’s where it gets wild: after a few months of sticking with it, my fingers stopped rebelling. I could play a melody without looking down every two seconds. A year in, I could play simple songs. And five years later—yep, the same five years I once said were “too long”—I actually sounded… good.

Not concert pianist good. But good enough that I could sit down, play something I loved, and feel proud.

It reminded me that most worthwhile things have a long runway. You plant a seed, and you don’t see much for a while—just dirt and doubt. But give it time (and some persistence), and suddenly you’ve got something beautiful growing.

Time Will Pass Anyway

I think about this quote whenever I hesitate on something new—learning a language, starting a side hustle, writing another book. My brain still likes to whisper, “But that’ll take forever.” And now I just shrug and think, “So what? Forever’s coming anyway.”

Maybe that’s the quiet power of Nightingale’s quote: it strips away the illusion that waiting is safer. The time will go by whether we try or not, so we might as well fill it with the messy, joyful stuff that makes us feel alive.

So if there’s something you’ve been putting off because it’ll “take too long,” consider this your nudge. Five years from now, you’ll either have five years of progress—or five years of regret. Personally, I’ll take the progress, wrong notes and all.



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Kindness Isn’t Complicated (We Just Keep Pretending It Is)

Man pouring coffee in a cup for a homeless man
Volunteer giving drink to homeless man outdoors

You ever read a quote that just stops you for a second? Like—makes you want to stare out the window for a bit and re-evaluate humanity over your third cup of coffee? That’s how I felt when I ran across this one again:

“Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them.”
— The Dalai Lama

I mean… simple, right? Almost embarrassingly simple. Yet here we are, decades later, and it feels like the whole country missed the memo.

When Kindness Became Uncool

There’s this creeping sense lately that cruelty is trendy. Or maybe it’s profitable. I scroll through the news, social media, even comments on the most harmless cat videos, and I catch myself thinking, “When did we decide that meanness is a personality?”

In the U.S., especially right now, it’s like cruelty has become the national pastime. Some folks treat it like a sport—seeing who can say the nastiest thing with the biggest grin. Others monetize it. The louder the insult, the higher the ad revenue. It’s performative, almost theatrical. But here’s the kicker (no pun intended): cruelty isn’t just random anymore. It’s intentional. It’s strategic. It’s “cruelty for the sake of cruelty” or cruelty because it sells a book, a policy, or a pair of gold sneakers.

And yet the Dalai Lama’s words hit like a little whisper from the back row: “At least don’t hurt them.” Just… don’t.

The Radical Act of Not Being a Jerk

It shouldn’t feel revolutionary to not be cruel. But apparently, it is. Being kind, or even just decent, is starting to look like an act of rebellion. You ever smile at someone in public and they look startled—like you’ve broken an unspoken rule?

Sometimes it feels like we’ve forgotten that helping doesn’t have to be grand or dramatic. You don’t need to donate a kidney or solve world hunger before lunch. Holding the door open counts. Tipping your barista when you can. Not humiliating the cashier because the register froze again. These tiny choices add up in ways we never see.

I once heard someone say that kindness is a form of quiet resistance. I love that. Because it’s true. Every small, human act pushes back against this cultural tide of cruelty. It’s like tossing pebbles at a tank—tiny, maybe futile—but still defiant.

Cruelty as a Shortcut

What gets me is how easy cruelty is. It’s lazy. It’s the emotional equivalent of microwaving dinner in the plastic container. It takes zero imagination to insult someone or step on them to get ahead.

But helping? That takes effort. You have to pause. Think. Empathize. It’s slower, less flashy, doesn’t trend on social media. And that’s why so many skip it—they mistake compassion for weakness. But it’s the opposite. Being kind, especially when everyone else is sharpening their knives, takes guts.

The Everyday Test

I try (and often fail) to apply the Dalai Lama’s quote as a daily test. If I can’t help someone today, can I at least not make their day worse?

Sometimes that means not responding to the snarky post. Sometimes it means forgiving the driver who cuts me off. Sometimes it’s choosing not to unload my bad mood on someone else. Those small acts feel like pebbles, but honestly? They keep my soul from turning into sandpaper.

What Kindness Feels Like

There’s a certain sensory warmth to kindness. It’s like that deep exhale when someone surprises you with patience instead of judgment. You can feel it. There’s the relief of being seen, not attacked. The softening in your shoulders when someone gives you grace instead of grief.

When I think about helping others, I picture moments like that—the unseen exchanges that shift the temperature of the world by a single degree.

Why This Quote Still Matters

The Dalai Lama didn’t say “fix everyone” or “save the world.” He said help if you can—and if not, just don’t cause harm. I love that “just” in there. It’s so unassuming, like he’s saying, “Hey, start there.” It reminds me that even in a climate where cruelty seems to pay, we still get to choose how we move through the world.

We can either leave bruises or breadcrumbs. And honestly, I’d rather leave something that leads people somewhere gentler.

Anyway, that’s what’s been rattling around in my brain this week. Maybe it’s idealistic to think kindness could still make a dent—but I’d rather be idealistic than indifferent.

So yeah—help where you can. And when you can’t? Just… don’t hurt anyone. The world doesn’t need more bruises. It needs more soft landings.

Take care of yourselves out there. Be nice. It confuses people.


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When Good People Sit Out, Bad People Step In

woman inside of a cardboard box peeking out

Okay, so I’m going to get on my soapbox a little bit for this one….hope you don’t mind.

So I’ve been mulling over this quote by Plato: “The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.” It kind of haunts me — partly because I am one of those “good men” in question, the kind who’d rather read a novel than scroll through policy briefings, and partly because I keep seeing around me the consequences of folks opting out of the civic arena. So here’s me wrestling with what this quote means, what it _feels_like, and why I think it’s especially urgent in the US right now.

What the quote means (to me)

When I read “the price good men pay,” I imagine someone like—well—me: decent intentions, maybe a little world-weary (or utterly exhausted!), hoping things will turn out okay. And “indifference to public affairs” means things like: not voting, not following the news, assuming “someone else will fix it,” staying quiet when something happens. Then “to be ruled by evil men”– that’s the kicker: if you sit out, you forfeit your voice, you leave a vacuum, and guess who fills it? Not always the nicest folks.

It’s not just moralizing; it’s practical. If we don’t show up, others with less benevolent motives and more energy will. That means decisions about our taxes, our rights, our democracy, our communities could drift into the hands of people who neither share our values nor our best interests.

The current-US-events connection

I pulled up some recent data and examples because this isn’t just theoretical.

  • According to the Pew Research Center, in the 2024 presidential election, turnout was higher than usual—but still, nearly 36% of eligible Americans didn’t vote. (The Guardian)
  • Another source notes that in the US, voter turnout lags many other developed countries. (Pew Research Center)
  • In Louisiana for example, turnout was particularly low, meaning that local leaders will get to shape local life with fewer voices weighed in. (Axios)
  • And there’s work suggesting that when more people participate, things like extreme polarization and special‐interest dominance become less likely. (GISME)

So yeah — people opting out isn’t a harmless shrug. It is giving up influence. If you don’t read the news, you might miss some legislation creeping up. If you don’t get involved in your community (town hall, school board, PTO, local advocacy), decisions still get made — just not with your voice in them.

Why it matters (for us)

Okay, now I get a little personal: as someone who writes novels and runs a blog and generally worries about the state of things, this hits home. I’m used to the world of imagination, but I live in the real world too. And I feel uneasy when I see people assume that “someone else will do it.” That someone else may not share their concerns about LGBTQ+ rights, about environmental policy, about economic justice, about community resources.

Here are some reflections:

  • If you skip local elections because you think “that’s boring,” know this: those local decisions affect your daily life more than national ones sometimes. Zoning laws, school policies, municipal budgets — all that.
  • If you don’t stay informed, you’re handing narrative control to voices that are paying attention. And guess what? The loudest voices often carry the day.
  • If you believe “my one vote doesn’t matter,” there’s evidence the aggregate of thousands of “one votes” absolutely does.

I feel a mix of frustration and hopeful optimism. Frustration because I see avoidable problems caused by disengagement. Optimism because I believe many folks want to care — they just may not feel empowered, or think “what can I do?” So I keep reminding myself: yes, you can.

A few anecdotes (because I’m me)

Back when I worked at that small bookstore, I overheard a customer saying “I don’t vote; it doesn’t change anything.” My stomach knotted. I told them: “Well, if everyone felt like that, you are handing the outcomes to the people who do care (or perhaps care more than you want them to).” They looked at me sideways. But the truth felt heavy.

Another time: in my neighborhood, the city proposed a change to a park’s budget, reducing maintenance. A few people showed up; many didn’t. The result: cutbacks. It wasn’t dramatic—just a park less nice, fewer programs—but it was. It made me feel: small choices do ripple.

What I think we can do

Since I prefer doing to despairing, here are some things I believe that help (and that I’m trying myself):

  • Set aside one hour a week to scan the local news (city council meeting, school board, local candidate).
  • Vote — not just in big presidential years. Mid-terms, local elections: they matter.
  • Talk with friends (yes, you) about community issues. Casual chats over coffee count.
  • Support groups/organizations that inform citizens (registering voters, doing outreach). The more voices involved, the better.
  • Join local protests and marches if it’s for a cause that you believe it (like…I dunno…protesting an authoritarian takeover, perhaps?)
  • Understand that “indifferent” isn’t passive. It lets outcomes happen to us. Choose to be active instead.

So — thanks for reading (and sorry if I got a bit serious there). I believe the cost of sitting out is higher than most of us imagine. And I believe each of us has more power than we give ourselves credit for.



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Still Breathing, Still Busy – Thoughts on a Lauren Bacall Quote

Lauren Bacall & Humphrey Bogart

There’s this quote from Lauren Bacall that’s been stuck in my head lately:

“Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete. If you’re alive, it isn’t.”

Leave it to Bacall—cool, smoky-voiced, effortlessly sharp—to drop a line that makes you feel both inspired and vaguely guilty for not having written a Pulitzer-winning novel before lunch.

But the more I sit with it, the more I think she’s right. Life’s “mission” isn’t this tidy checklist you complete before retiring to a hammock somewhere. It’s more like a constantly shifting to-do list scribbled in pencil, with new tasks popping up just when you think you’re done. You know that moment when you finish cleaning your kitchen, take a breath, and then notice the smudge on the fridge door? Yeah. That’s life.

The Illusion of “Done”

When I was younger, I thought adults eventually arrived. Like, one day you wake up, and your career’s on autopilot, your houseplants thrive, your taxes are prepped early, and your inner world hums with zen-like peace.

Spoiler: that day never comes.

There’s always another project, another dream, another half-finished notebook staring you down. At first, I found that depressing. I wanted completion, closure, the proverbial “ta-da!” moment. But Bacall’s quote reframes it beautifully—being unfinished means you’re still alive. The moment you’re done, well… you’re really done.

So maybe the chaos of it all—the half-painted room, the book draft that won’t end, the emails breeding like rabbits—isn’t failure. It’s evidence of living. The mess means motion.

Purpose Isn’t a Single Thing

People talk about “finding your purpose” as if it’s a single golden key you stumble across one morning while sipping coffee. I’ve tried that approach. I’ve made vision boards, journaled until my pen dried out, even asked tarot cards for a hint (the cards, by the way, are great at sass but vague on specifics).

What I’ve learned is that your mission shapeshifts. It might start as “write that book,” then morph into “help others tell their stories,” and later, “take a long walk without checking email.”

Each stage feels complete until it isn’t. And that’s fine. The mission evolves because you evolve. The Bacall quote isn’t scolding us for not being there yet—it’s giving us permission to keep growing, to reinvent, to try again.

The Pressure Trap

That said, I sometimes resent this “never done” thing. It feels like an endless homework assignment from the universe. The pressure to constantly be doing can get exhausting.

But there’s a difference between having a mission and constantly performing productivity. Bacall wasn’t saying, “If you’re alive, hustle harder.” She was saying, “If you’re alive, there’s still something that matters to you.”

It could be something small—watering your plants, feeding your cat, writing a love letter to future-you. Your mission doesn’t have to be grand or Instagram-worthy. It just has to matter.

The Quiet Missions

Sometimes the most meaningful missions are quiet ones.
Forgiving someone.
Letting go of an old version of yourself.
Learning to cook something that doesn’t involve microwaving.
For me, it’s writing stories that let people feel a little less alone in their weirdness. That’s not a capital-M “Mission” in the hero’s-journey sense, but it’s mine.

And on the days when I feel like I’ve lost the thread completely, I remember Bacall’s quote and think, “Well, I’m still breathing. Guess there’s more to do.”

A Gentle Reminder

If you’re reading this and feeling behind, like everyone else figured out their mission and you’re still fumbling around with the instructions—congratulations, you’re alive. You’re still in it.

That half-formed idea in your head? That’s part of your mission. That rest day you keep guilting yourself over? That’s part of it too. Every unfinished project, every detour, every new beginning—all of it counts.

Maybe “complete” isn’t the goal. Maybe the goal is to stay curious enough to keep going.

So yeah, your mission’s not done. Mine isn’t either. But honestly? I’m kind of okay with that. I like knowing there’s always another sentence to write, another story to tell, another version of myself waiting around the corner.

So here’s to being unfinished, gloriously and stubbornly alive.



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Every kingdom has its enemies. For Tregaron, that enemy is Lord Vadok—a sorcerer with a taste for vengeance and a plan to topple King Jamros. But when the battle turns personal, Prince Norian discovers that the price of survival is far higher than he imagined. Cursed by a werewolf’s bite, he must learn to master the beast within before it destroys everything he loves. Norian’s Gamble: Get it HERE

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Deciding Not to Stay Put

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There’s a quote by J.P. Morgan that’s been running laps in my head lately:

“The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.”

On the surface, it sounds so obvious. But then I think about all the times I’ve known I wanted something different yet stayed exactly where I was. Why? Because staying put is easy. It’s safe. It doesn’t require packing up boxes, rewriting résumés, or admitting to myself that I might have wasted time in a less-than-great situation.

The Allure of Staying Comfortable

I once lived in this tiny apartment that I despised. I’m talking paper-thin walls (I could literally tell when my neighbor was watching Wheel of Fortune), a shower that trickled like a leaky faucet, and a heater that seemed to have only two settings: inferno or tundra. But I stayed there for years.

Why? Because moving was intimidating. Calling moving companies, hunting for new apartments, dealing with deposits—it all felt overwhelming. So instead, I told myself, “Eh, this is fine. It’s not that bad.” But here’s the secret truth: when you let yourself settle in one area of life, it starts bleeding into other areas too. The longer I told myself the apartment was fine, the easier it was to tell myself, “this job is fine,” or “this project can wait,” or “this relationship doesn’t really need to change.”

That kind of complacency is sneaky. You don’t even notice it until you look up and realize you’ve been treading water for years.

The Power of a Decision

That’s why J.P. Morgan’s quote hit me like a splash of cold water. Nothing changes until you decide it’s going to change. You don’t need the roadmap yet. You don’t need to know every step in the journey. You just need that moment of clarity where you say:

“I’m not going to stay here anymore.”

And that decision? That’s the hardest part. It’s like breaking up with your old self. The self that was okay with mediocrity, with delay, with endless “maybe laters.” Once you cut ties with that version of yourself, things start to shift in ways you couldn’t imagine before.

Momentum Feeds on Movement

Here’s something wild I’ve noticed: once you make the decision to move forward, doors start opening that you didn’t even know existed.

For example, when I finally decided to move out of that dreaded apartment, the perfect place seemed to “magically” appear in my price range. When I decided to finally self-publish my first novel, I suddenly found myself meeting other indie authors, stumbling into resources, and finding readers who’d been looking for exactly the kind of stories I wanted to write.

Was it magic? Not really. It was momentum. My focus shifted. My energy shifted. Instead of scanning for reasons to stay, I started scanning for opportunities to go. And wouldn’t you know it—opportunities were everywhere.

Asking the Tough Questions

Writing this post made me sit back and think about where I’m guilty of staying put right now. The honest answer? A few places. There are projects I keep circling around without fully committing. There are routines I know aren’t working for me anymore. There are even a couple of relationships in my life that feel more like dead plants than thriving gardens.

And that’s the scary but freeing part about Morgan’s quote: once you admit to yourself that you _don’t want to stay here,_the excuses lose their power.

Start Small, But Start

You don’t have to overhaul your whole life in a day. Change doesn’t need to be dramatic to be effective. Sometimes the most powerful decision is a small one.

Maybe it’s deciding you’re going to write one page of that novel you’ve been putting off. Or deciding that you won’t spend another Sunday night dreading Monday morning—so you update your résumé. Or even something tiny, like unsubscribing from emails you never read (trust me, the mental clarity from a clean inbox is underrated).

Each little decision builds your “I’m not staying here” muscle. And before you know it, you’re stronger than you realized.

Stuck = Undecided

Here’s the reframe that really hit me: feeling “stuck” doesn’t actually mean you’re stuck. It just means you haven’t decided yet.

The moment you decide—really decide—that you’re not going to stay put anymore, you’re already halfway out the door. You’ve chosen movement over inertia. And that, my friends, is the real first step toward “somewhere.”

So if you’re reading this and something in your gut is whispering that you’ve overstayed your welcome in your own life, maybe this is your sign. Maybe this is your J.P. Morgan moment.

Because “somewhere” won’t come find you. You’ve got to decide to go looking for it.

Until next time—here’s to the power of deciding not to stay where we are.


Norian's Gamble Cover image

What happens when the heir to a kingdom is bound by the curse of the wolf? For Prince Norian, the answer comes with blood, fire, and the terrifying knowledge that dark magic has singled him out. As shadows close in, he must protect his people from an enemy who will stop at nothing to seize the throne. Danger, destiny, and deadly secrets entwine in Norian’s Gamble.

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Writing Without Permission Slips

Man working in cafe

Sylvia Plath once said, “And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” And honestly, I can’t stop thinking about that. It feels like she’s sitting across from me at a cluttered coffee shop table, stirring her latte and telling me to stop overthinking and just write the damn thing.

Because let’s face it—most of us don’t get stopped by a lack of ideas. We get stopped by the inner heckler that says, “Is this dumb? Is anyone going to care? Should I even bother?” That heckler is loud. Mine has a voice that sounds suspiciously like my high school English teacher, the one who called my vampire short story “derivative.” (Ma’am, Twilight wasn’t even out yet. I was ahead of my time.)

Everything is material

Plath’s line about “everything in life is writable” is both comforting and terrifying. Comforting, because it means you don’t have to wait around for some lightning bolt of divine inspiration—you can literally write about your trip to Aldi or the smell of your neighbor’s lawn clippings. Terrifying, because that means you also have no excuse. Your broken toaster? Writable. Your crush ghosting you? Oh, very writable.

I once wrote three paragraphs about the squeak of a laundromat dryer door, and it turned into the setting for a whole short story about two strangers sharing a pack of peanut M&Ms while waiting for their sheets to dry. (Spoiler: they fall in love. Peanut M&Ms are powerful like that.)

Self-doubt: the creative vampire

Plath nails it when she says the “worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” Self-doubt is that vampire lurking in your creative throat, sucking all the boldness out of you before you even get a chance to hit the keyboard. It convinces you that every sentence is trash, that your metaphors are mixed, that someone else already did it better. And yet, the truth is, most people aren’t looking for perfect—they’re looking for something real.

Improvisation saves the day

I also love that she mentions imagination and improvisation. Writing is basically jazz with words. You might have a plan, sure, but sometimes the best stuff happens when you riff. When I was drafting one of my paranormal detective novels, I got stuck in chapter four. Out of frustration, I had my detective randomly bump into a fortune teller on the street. That throwaway moment turned into a major character who ended up steering the entire plot. If I hadn’t improvised, the book would’ve been flatter than a pancake left in the fridge overnight.

My personal motto

Whenever I feel that creeping doubt, I mutter my own scrappy little motto: “Nobody asked, but I’m writing it anyway.” Because truly, nobody asked. Nobody is waiting for my essay about the smell of burnt popcorn in movie theaters, but maybe someone will connect with it once it’s out in the world. And that’s the magic.

So what’s the point?

The point is: you don’t need permission. You don’t need to have the whole plan. You just need the guts to start, the imagination to improvise, and the willingness to tell self-doubt to take several seats. Write the poem about your broken phone charger. Write the essay about how grape jelly always escapes the bread. Write the novel that maybe only your best friend will ever read. It all counts.

Thanks, Sylvia. I think we all needed that reminder.


Book Cover of Norian's Gamble

When shadows fall on Tregaron, Prince Norian finds himself in the crosshairs of a sorcerer’s wrath. One bite changes everything, binding him to a curse older than the kingdom itself. With allies whispering secrets and enemies closing in, Norian must decide whether to embrace the beast inside—or let it consume him. Norian’s Gamble: grab it HERE

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Dreams Don’t Happen in Draft Mode

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There’s this quote by David J. Schwartz that’s been rattling around in my brain lately:

“Life is too short to waste. Dreams are fulfilled only through action, not through endless planning to take action.”

Now, I love a good plan. I have journals full of them—half-sketched outlines, lists of goals, detailed project trackers with color-coding that would make a teacher weep with pride. But you know what? Planning is sneaky. It feels like progress, but it can also be procrastination in disguise.

I think Schwartz was basically wagging his finger at all of us list-makers, telling us to close the notebook and just do the thing already.

The Seduction of the Plan

There’s something delicious about planning. You get that rush of imagining how it’s all going to turn out. You’ve got your timeline mapped, your action steps all lined up, and it feels like you’ve already taken a step forward. Except… you haven’t.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve planned to start a novel. I had the perfect character sheets, a Pinterest board of aesthetic inspo, and even a playlist. But the first chapter? Still sitting in my head, waiting to be written. The plan became my security blanket.

And honestly, it’s a comfortable trap. You don’t risk failure while you’re planning. You don’t risk embarrassment or rejection. You can just sit there sipping coffee, telling yourself, “Look at me, I’m preparing.”

But dreams don’t grow in the land of preparation. They grow in the messy, sometimes awkward territory of action.

The Action Gap

The gap between “I’ll do this someday” and “I’m doing it right now” is where most dreams go to die. That sounds dramatic, but you know it’s true.

Take, for example, that friend who always talks about writing a screenplay. Every time you see them, it’s: “I’ve got this amazing idea, I just need to polish my outline.” Years go by. Still no script. Meanwhile, someone else with half the talent but twice the gumption already has a short film on YouTube and a festival submission under their belt.

Action beats perfection every single time.

Life Really Is Too Short

Here’s the part of the quote that hits me hardest: “Life is too short to waste.”

When you’re younger, it feels like you have all the time in the world to get around to things. But the older I get, the more I realize that time is the one resource I can’t refill. I can’t go back and rewrite my twenties or redo my thirties.

So why am I wasting precious hours color-coding my planner instead of taking one messy step forward on my goals?

It’s like standing on the diving board all day, psyching yourself up, adjusting your goggles, making sure the water temperature is just right. Meanwhile, the pool is sitting there waiting. Jump in. The water’s not going to get any warmer.

A Personal Confession

I used to say I wanted to learn Spanish fluently. I downloaded apps, bought books, made vocabulary flashcards. For years, I “prepared” to get serious about it. But I never actually practiced speaking with real humans, which—spoiler alert—is the whole point of learning a language.

Then one day I just signed up for conversation lessons with a tutor online. My Spanish is still clumsy, but you know what? I’ve had actual conversations in Spanish now. That happened because I stopped planning to learn and actually started learning.

The 5-Minute Rule

Here’s something that helps me bridge the action gap: the five-minute rule. If I’m stuck in planning mode, I ask myself, “What’s one tiny thing I can do right now that moves this dream forward?”

  • Want to write a book? Write a single paragraph.
  • Want to start a podcast? Record five minutes of rambling into your phone.
  • Want to run a marathon? Lace up your sneakers and just walk around the block.

It doesn’t have to be glamorous. The first step rarely is. But once you’ve taken it, you’ve broken the spell of endless preparation.

Planning Still Matters (Just Not Too Much)

Don’t get me wrong—I’m not saying throw your planner out the window. Some planning is necessary. You don’t want to wing everything in life; that’s how you end up with an unedited manuscript or a collapsed soufflé.

But planning should be the appetizer, not the main course. The main course is doing. It’s messy, imperfect, and way less comfortable than sitting around thinking about it. But it’s also the only thing that actually gets you closer to your dream.

So, What Now?

Here’s my little challenge (to myself as much as to anyone reading this): take one action today that moves you closer to something you’ve been planning forever. Doesn’t matter how small. Send the email. Write the messy draft. Sign up for the class. Do something.

Life is too short to waste on perfect outlines and endless to-do lists. Dreams are allergic to procrastination—they only come alive when we do.

So stop fluffing the pillows on your plan and start living the messy, unpredictable, exhilarating action part.

Catch you in the pool.



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