I’m so hell-bent on being successful this time around, that I find myself inundated with information from time to time. What to do, how to do it, who the ask, how to market, how often to market, who to market to, why to market to them, finding resources, becoming resource, collecting resources, networking, with who, where, why, how and so forth and so on. I wanna shout at everyone and be like — ENOUGH. Why can’t there be one universal answer to a universal problem?
But how much sense would that make for solution A to fit the problem of person M? If we’re all doing different things, different ways at different times for different reasons, yet having the same sort of problems with our different ventures, it doesn’t make logical sense that what works for one person would work for another.
But I wish it would. I wish when I Google a question, all 150,000 results returned with the exact same answer the exact same way. Everyone agreed whole-heartedly completely.
I have to read and research and re-read and do more research just to find half an answer that may solve part of problem presently.
I can see why may people don’t venture out for themselves. It’s some real work. It’s tiring. It’s frustrating. Very time consuming. Lonely. And yet, I’m going to get up and do it all over again tomorrow. Seriously. By choice. Because I rather pour the time and energy in this investment into myself, than give it to an employer who could never give me a return on my efforts.
I may be stumped. Overwhelmed. Inundated. But I find ways to keep trekking.