Every time I’ve tried to get my stuff together, I’ve always faced resistance.
When I started exercising, I would soon get sick or hurt.
When I started trying to go to bed earlier, 1,000 things would come up to keep me up (a student distraction each night, it seems).
And when I do get to bed earlier, I always feel worse at first, moody, as if sleep deprivation were an emotional anesthetic.
When I started writing consistently, life seemed to explode with physically and/or emotionally draining mini-crises, until I was so ragged I could hardly even think straight.
It’s why we don’t succeed, why we let our dreams remain dreams instead of bringing them to life.
Resistance. If I am really going to get my act together before this year is out, I’m going to have to learn to resist back.
Steven Pressman literally wrote the book on overcoming resistance – two books, actually: The War of Art and Do the Work.