The moment you set a goal, you lose
I didn’t run for ten months.
Not because I was injured. Not because life was “too busy”. Not because I didn’t care.
I simply froze in that familiar place between desire and hesitation.
You know the one.
You want to change, but the gap between you and the version of yourself you should be feels like a canyon. And instead of jumping, you wait.
You overthink.
You make plans.
You promise you’ll get back to it — tomorrow.
That was me. Every morning I’d think:
I should run. I should write. I should build. I should do… something.
But instead, I did nothing.
Why?
Because I believed, like most people do, that before I could start, I needed a goal.
I had convinced myself that movement without direction was pointless. That effort without structure was wasted. That if I didn’t set a clear target, what was even the point?
So I waited… for clarity. For inspiration. For the perfect comeback plan.