It’s 11:47 on a Tuesday night and I am, once again, “researching” instead of writing. Three tabs open, two podcasts queued, a notebook beside me with nothing in it. I have been telling myself for about six weeks that I will start a new piece as soon as I feel ready. I am thirty-five years old and I have been pulling this trick on myself, in one form or another, since I was about twenty-two.
Eventually I close the tabs and write a sentence. It is not a good sentence. But it is the first honest thing I have done all evening, and it gets me thinking about all the other evenings, weeks, and years I spent doing the dressed-up version of nothing.
Quick caveat before I go on. I’m not a coach, a therapist, or any sort of credentialed productivity person. Just one guy in his mid-thirties writing about what he wishes he’d worked out a decade earlier.
Take what’s useful and bin the rest.
The two things I used to think were the same
For years, I thought motivation and discipline were basically the same thing. When I was in my early twenties working in finance, I’d wake up on a Monday morning feeling pumped about the week ahead. I’d write lists. I’d plan workouts. I’d swear to myself that this was the week I’d finally start the side project, or read more, or stop scrolling at midnight.
By Wednesday I was a different person, and the motivation that had carried me through Monday was gone. And so, predictably, was the plan.
I used to blame the plan. Or the week. Or the job. Sometimes I’d blame the weather. What I never blamed was the fact that I was relying entirely on a feeling to get me to do hard things, because that’s all motivation really is. A feeling. And like all feelings, it comes and goes.
Discipline is different.
Discipline is the bit where you do the thing whether you feel like it or not. Whether the sun is shining. Whether you slept well. Whether your inbox is on fire. In No Excuses! The Power of Self-Discipline, Brian Tracy frames discipline as doing what needs doing, when it needs doing, whether you feel like it or not.
The more I think about it, the more I think he’s right. The seasoned business person I once worked under, the friends who keep writing books or training for marathons in their forties. None of them seem particularly ‘motivated’. They just show up.
For most of my twenties, I did not understand the difference. So I waited around for the feeling.
Waiting to “feel ready”
The tricky thing about waiting to feel ready is that it can look productive. You can read a lot of books about the thing. You can listen to podcasts. You can buy the gear, sign up for the course, watch the videos, daydream in great detail. And the whole time, you can tell yourself you’re doing the work. I did this for years. When I first thought about starting a business, I told myself I needed more experience first, so I stayed in finance. When I thought about leaving Ireland, I told myself I needed more savings first, so I stayed put. When I first thought about writing for a living, I told myself I needed to be a better writer first, so I didn’t write. Each of those reasons sounded sensible at the time. They sound a lot less sensible now.
Because here is the truth I had to learn the hard way: you don’t get experience by reading about it. You get it by doing the thing, badly, then doing it again, slightly less badly, and so on.
The language school I eventually ended up running taught me this more than anything else. I had no real idea what I was doing on day one. I had never managed a team. I had never designed a full curriculum. But I started, and starting is what gave me the information I needed to get better. If I had waited until I felt “ready” to run a language school, I would never have done so.
The lie underneath it all
Looking back now, I can see that “I’m not ready yet” was never really about being unprepared. It was about being afraid. Afraid of looking stupid, afraid of putting in the work and failing anyway, afraid of finding out that the thing I’d been daydreaming about for years would turn out to be a lot less glamorous in practice.
“Feeling ready” was just a story I told myself to make the avoidance look responsible. It’s a clever trick, too, because nobody argues with it. If you tell people you’re not ready, they will nod sympathetically. They might even agree. They will rarely push you. Whereas if you told them the truth (“I’m scared, so I’m doing nothing”) you might actually have to do something about it.
It took me until some reflection to truly realize that you don’t become ready and then start. You start, and then you slowly become ready.
What just starting actually looks like
In practice, “just start” is much less inspiring than it sounds on a sunset Instagram caption.
For me, it looks like this. When I want to write a new piece and have no idea what to say, I sit down and write a bad first sentence. That’s the whole strategy. Get the bad sentence on the page so the better ones have something to follow.
When I want to get back into the gym after a few weeks off, I do not plan a six-week program. I put on shoes and go. The session is usually short and lousy. The point is not the session. The point is being someone who went.
When I want to play a round of golf but haven’t swung a club in a while, I don’t wait until I’ve had time to hit the range and warm up properly. I just book the round and accept the first few holes are going to be ugly. When I want to make a change in my business, I don’t wait for the perfect quarter to do it. I send the email. I have the conversation. I do the small thing today that I have been mentally postponing for a fortnight.
None of this requires motivation. It requires about 90 seconds of refusing to negotiate with yourself, which is basically the whole game.
Mark Manson wrote about this years ago in a piece he calls The “Do Something” Principle, where he put it like this: “action isn’t just the effect of motivation, but also the cause of it.” You don’t wait around for motivation and then act. You act, and the acting produces motivation, which fuels more action. For years, I had this exactly backwards.
What I’d tell my younger self
If you’re reading this and you’re younger than me, take it from someone who has wasted enough time for both of us. You don’t need to feel ready. You don’t need a perfect plan, the right week, a fresh notebook, or a clear head. You don’t need motivation. Motivation is unreliable, and waiting for it is a polite way of doing nothing.
What you need is to start, and starting is a much smaller, less glamorous thing than people make it out to be. It’s just being willing to do the thing today, even badly, even tired, even scared.
And yet. The honest thing to admit, sitting here at the end of all this, is that I’m not sure discipline isn’t its own kind of waiting. Waiting to feel like the kind of person who shows up. Waiting for the ninety-second window to open. Maybe the difference between discipline and motivation is smaller than I’ve been telling myself, and the only real progress is that the waiting got quieter.
I don’t know. I think I’ll go write the bad sentence anyway and see what happens.
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