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Paralysis of Analysis and the Power of Just Do(ing) It!

 

I struggled with what I used to call ‘task paralysis, ’ that frustrating state where your brain spins in circles while your to-do list gathers dust. It wasn’t until I accepted that life is messy, my thoughts are scattered, and perfection is a myth that I began to move forward. The secret? Just do it.

If it’s blogging, just put one word next to the other. The nouns, verbs, and punctuation will follow. That’s why I pay for a premium Grammarly account; I still worry about dangling those darn participles, but I don’t let them stop me.

If I want to learn woodworking, I need to saw or carve a piece of pine. If I want to draw, I start with concentric circles, then 3D shapes, then buildings with lines of perspective. What helped most? Drawing the same thing as a warm-up exercise every single day.  Painting? Same principle. The brush must touch paint, then paper, every single time. Mastering watercolor wasn’t easy, but until the brush, paint, water, and paper meet, the magic can’t begin.

It’s a long-winded answer to a simple truth: you can’t do it without "just doing it." Whether it’s something new, something you’ve always wanted to try, or just ticking something off your bucket list, it starts with action.

This week, I got the best “attaboy” a blogger can get—from my lifelong friend, more like a brother, whom I’ll call *The Analyzer*. He’s brilliant, measured, and one of the most genuinely good people I know. His encouragement means the world to me.

But then came the gut-punch of honesty. He wrote: “What I caught myself thinking while browsing your plethora of blog topics covered was that I don’t think I would have enough diversity of topics to cover, and I think I’d end up repeating myself too much. I fear I would have a serious lack of material.”

Classic inner critic. But then he dug deeper: “I’m known as having OCD tendencies, which can cause me to fall into the trap I call the ‘paralysis of analysis.’ I tend to hyper-analyze potential outcomes and want all my ducks in a row, with a perceived 90% chance of success, BEFORE I take the first step in a project. Always been me.”

He gave examples that hit home: waiting for a girl to confirm she wanted to be asked out before making a move, or spending months perfecting Morse Code before attempting his first ham radio contact.

 “Where other people can jump in and learn from their mistakes along the way, I unfortunately limit myself by refusing to start until I’m ‘better.’ I realize the limitations that create, but struggle to overcome the ‘paralysis of analysis’ conundrum.”

His strength is his struggle. The fact that he overcame that mental hurdle to write those paragraphs is a massive victory.  I told him: Your vulnerability, your honesty about needing 90% certainty before starting, is precisely what people need to hear. Why? Because it’s intensely relatable. Most people who never pursue their passion—a blog, a business, a significant life change—are waiting for the same thing: near-certainty.

You don’t have to be perfect. You must be willing to be wrong, to be messy, and to let your readers watch you figure it out. My first posts were 50/50 split between me and AI. Now I’m at 90/10 or better, because I’ve learned to trust myself more and more, simply by doing it.

My friend worried he’d run out of material. I told him: “Life is the material.”

Earlier today, I wrote about the Chiefs' game, sports analytics, George Carlin’s Ten Commandments routine, and Star Trek. AI helped me stitch them together, but the common thread was always me, searching for deeper meaning in the noise.

He said he feared repeating himself. I said, “If I get one comment saying, 'That made me smile,' or 'I needed to hear that,' then mission is accomplished.”  You’re not writing for a million people. You’re writing for the one person who desperately needs your particular insight.

My final word to him, and to you, is simple: You don’t have to write the whole book in one day. Just the first paragraph. One of my favorite Elvis Costello songs is Everyday I Write the Book... Chapter One, we didn′t really get along. Chapter two, I think I fell in love with you!"  Every day is the turn of a new page! What are you going to fill it with?

Just the truth of your first moment of doubt. If you’re waiting for 90% certainty to start that big project, that side hustle, or that tough conversation, remember The Analyzer. And remember that the hardest step isn’t the 90th, it’s the first. The gold is in the struggle. Just Write.

 


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