The satisfaction of digging a hole

Digging a hole in the ground with a shovel

I moved into a new house almost two months ago now. There were lots of projects to do, but it took me a while to get started. I wasn’t sure where to start!

Last week I dug a hole (for my garden). It took me about a week to dig it–because I approached it piecemeal, working when I could–but it was satisfying to complete the project.

On the fifth day of digging the hole I realized that this hole represented what I was missing in my life: action. I’ve been so unsure of what to do next that I do virtually nothing. I spend far too much time thinking and planning and worrying about what I’m going to do next that I don’t make any progress.

Digging that hole illustrated to me that I just need to start (digging). It didn’t matter where I started, just that I took some action. I needed to lift the shovel, get my hands dirty, and put in a little sweat. If I had spent a week just scratching around at the surface of the dirt trying to decide where to start I would be in the same place the following week. No hole.

So now it’s time for me to jam my shovel into the earth, time to get my hands dirty, time to start digging!

My website is officially re-launched and I am building a network in my new location. Drop me a line if you are interested in joining me in taking action.