I Used To Force-Feed Inspiration Down My Throat And It Honestly Made Me Feel Like A Loser

Back when I was writing at my old blog, I’d effectively force inspiration into my life. That means to say, I’d actively seek out inspiration for my hustle.

You know how it is. As I wanted to be a successful entrepreneur, I’d seek out all kinds of advice and trendy, positive… things from the internet just to feel inspired; to feel that high.

This is all in hopes of feeling so fucking good that you’re motivated to do some work, work that’d hopefully become the turning point in your business and life as you create the next Facebook or some shit.

In hindsight, I feel like I took it too far:

• I started meditating. I didn’t understand much of it or know what I was doing. I just followed what the internet and its Goop-eating Yogis told me.
• Since meditation instilled the idea of being alone is a good thing, I’d tell myself and also to my friends that I am okay to be alone every time. I remember wanting to meet up with a couple of friends. They said that they had no idea what time they would be done with whatever it is they’re doing. I would reply, “No problem! Let me just park myself near your place and a grab a coffee. Just text me when you’re done!” I’d then proceed to sit alone, “meditate” by…