Changing how I live and work isn’t as easy as I thought.
Having the freedom to choose where and when I work sounded perfect. That’s why I liked the idea of being a digital nomad. I imagined that if I just opened my laptop and started trying what people said online—one of them would work. I was hopeful, maybe too hopeful.
But I was focused on methods and quick results. I didn’t realize I was slowly losing my voice.
The more I relied on AI or automation, the more distant I felt from the things I was making.
Online selling, too, became mindless. I kept posting products without understanding what I was doing. It started to feel like I was talking to a wall, waiting for something to answer back. My energy began to fade.
I’ve wondered: Is this just part of starting something new? If I keep going, will it open up someday? Or is this whole thing just a dream that was never real?
Maybe it’s like anything else—when you keep showing up and doing the work, even without answers, something small starts to change.
That doesn’t mean pushing forward blindly is the right way. I know now that I need to slow down and rethink.
I was trying too many things. I was rushing without a base to build on. Now, I want to focus. Just one step, one direction.
I’ll keep doing what I can. Quietly. Steadily.
Because that’s how I’ll earn the right to wait for something better.
It hasn’t been that long since I started. Still, I’ve felt the weight of not seeing clear results. That’s why I’m pausing for a moment—just to write down what’s real.
Even now, I haven’t let go of hope.
I don’t know if the life I imagine is waiting for me. But maybe one day, I’ll be glad I didn’t give up.
I’ll stop thinking so much.
I’ll keep going. That’s how I’ll know.
