Why dance faster than the music?

Why dance faster than the music?

Every day in the last five years, I wanted $10K MRR. I wanted to move overseas as a family. I wanted this. I wanted that.

But I was not ready.

I was far from ready. That didn’t stop me from trying though, but I still couldn’t make it. There was always something. Another job, another obligation, another burnout, another thing. It’s almost like, I’m not allowed to. Until the other stuff that needs handled are handled.

Like deep inner work transiting into fatherhood. Reparenting oneself. Being a different kind of husband and partner. Entering a new huge life stage. Observing, recognising what’s really going on, while juggling e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. –

Just trying to earn enough to feed five, buy wholesome foods, give my child the best chance possible at life, be a present dad, shout less, play more, be a loving supportive partner to my wife, be a filial son, take care of my elderly parents’ health, take them out for meals sometimes, clean the house, repair what’s broken, work on something I love, create something that gives me meaning, do some social good, make friends, plan for retirement, pay off my flat, eat healthy, have fun every week, take family on vacation sometimes, travel, build new products, do marketing, connect with peers, network, learn new things, get outside, be in nature more, hustle hard, manage stress, exercise much, sleep enough, sleep well, stay fit, be a good person, live a good life.

I was not allowed to dance faster than the music that the Universe had played, is still playing. I simply can’t, even when I tried.

It only asked for surrender.

Surrender to the song.

Why dance faster than the music?