getting “unstuck” is what I think the kids are calling it these days

Alright, it’s what now, May? My last post was something like four months ago. I’ve started and abandoned probably 4 or 5 posts since then. I’ve worked intermittently on an online course for startup finance, which is still barely past “idea” stage. I’ve told a whole bunch of people to keep an eye out for new content and COMPLETELY dropped the ball.

This, my friends, is what they call stuck. In a rut. Spinning my wheels. Not to distract from the issue here, but speaking of wheels…

I recently got back from a road trip with my side startup, Tunefly. There were eight of us that lived, worked, slept, ate, and otherwise cohabitated within about 20 feet of each other on a rented RV. We ran a breakneck schedule through cities from northeast Pennsylvania to Los Angeles and back in 13 days. There was a lot of caffeine, a lot of sleep deprivation, a ton of content to keep up with and a vehicle of people to keep happy.

We lost a GoPro within 15 minutes of departure. We busted out a window in Nashville. We drove through a storm cell in Texas. We set a telephone pole on fire in Las Vegas (not even kidding), burned through our gas money by Denver, almost died coming through a blizzard in the Rocky Mountains, and got pulled over in Kansas by a very nice police officer who only wanted to make sure that we change lanes for emergency vehicles next time.

We hoped for the best, prepared for the worst, and had to get really creative with our culinary endeavors. On our home stretch, though, coming down I-80 at about 10PM on a Friday, we all thought back on the previous two weeks and agreed… we’d do it again in a heartbeat.

If you’re thinking I’m going to say that the trip is what inspired me to get “unstuck” then you’d be wrong. I’ve been back for over three weeks and am JUST now getting back into a normal sleep cycle. Coming home was an emotional hangover, and getting back into the swing of things has been really really difficult.

But what the trip DID do was give me a terrible wanderlust. I saw more of our country in 13 days than I had in my entire life. Entire cultures and landscapes I’d never witnessed, colorful cities I’d never been to. I remember being behind the wheel coming through the midwest, staring out at the bluffs under an enormous expanse of unchanging sky and being hit in the face with just how small we are.

It was an incredibly humbling experience. An amazing, stressful, enlightening, hilarious, expensive, instant-rice-packet-filled experience. And I realized, after coming home, that I can’t wait to travel again. And THAT is my inspiration.

No blogger, executive, startup coach or TV personality can tell you what your inspiration is. You can read the self-help books, keep up with all the startup news, and listen to every recommended podcast. In the end though, you’re the only one who knows what’s going to get you out of bed in the morning. If you haven’t found it, go and look. Because once you do, you’ll realize it’s the only thing worth working for.

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