Today’s track: Almost Was Good Enough — Songs: Ohia
I think we underestimate what we can accomplish in a day. An hour. Thirty minutes.
Like, genuinely underestimate it. Not in the motivational poster way where someone tells you to “seize the day” and you nod and keep scrolling. I mean in the real, tangible, look-back-at-3pm-and-realize-you-moved-mountains kind of way. An outburst of focused energy can change your whole week — if you let it.
But most people never get those outbursts. And I think it’s because they’re not doing stuff they actually care about.
Think about the average day for most people. You do a thing. Then you have a meeting. Then maybe you get a break for lunch. Then you’re killing the clock until five. Trying to shit on the company dime. One thing leads to the next, and none of them light you up. There’s no stretch. No flow state. No moment where you look up and two hours vanished because you were locked in on something that matters to you.
When you’re doing stuff you love — stuff you chose — thirty minutes feels like five and you accomplish more than most people do in a week of going through the motions.
So here’s why I’m bringing this up.
Today I took a hit. Low-key bummer. The kind of thing that, a year ago — maybe even eight months ago — would have ruined my whole day. My whole weekend, honestly. I would’ve sat with it. Turned it over in my head. Let it eat at me.
But today? My heartbeat didn’t even rise.
And it’s not because I’m some Zen master who’s figured out how to not feel things (I think). It’s because I have so many other things going. This thing over here is going super well. That thing is going well. This other thing is promising. And oh, that one’s moving too.
I’m just damn proud that I try a lot. That I put a lot of opportunities on my plate and actually run with them. Because when you’re juggling five or six balls, and one drops? You don’t crumble. You’ve got five other ones in the air. You adjust. You keep going.
The old me would’ve let one dropped ball shut the whole show down.
And here’s the thing about setbacks — they settle. They always do. Whatever happened today will get handled. It’ll work out, or it won’t, and either way, life moves on and the next thing is already waiting.
But if you’re only juggling one ball? If all your eggs are in one basket? That one setback doesn’t just sting. It stops you.
That’s the difference. It’s not about being tougher or more disciplined. It’s about having enough going on that no single loss can take you out.
It’s the weekend. And I know that means different things to different people.
Maybe it’s your time to relax. Maybe it’s your time to work on becoming better. Maybe it’s your time to start building that life so you can get out of the one you don’t like — the job, the routine, whatever it is that’s draining you.
But here’s what I’d challenge you to do:
Pick up one new ball this weekend.
One. That’s it. Start something. Reach out to someone. Send the email. Make the call. Sign up for the thing. Whatever it is — add one more ball to your juggling act.
Because here’s what happens: when something else inevitably falls off — and it will — you won’t be sitting there empty-handed and discouraged. You’ll have that new ball to attend to. New momentum to build on. A new reason to keep moving.
It’s a numbers game. The losses can feel like a lot. But if you play? If you actually try? The numbers say you’ll stumble into something.
They say even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while, right?
So maybe that squirrel’s onto something. Maybe the secret isn’t being the smartest or the most talented. Maybe it’s just being the one who keeps showing up and looking.
Enjoy your weekend. Get some sun. Have fun with friends and family. But somewhere between it all — attempt. Try. Pick up one new ball!
With Gratitude,
Rob Bergeron
Owner–Realtor at Award-Winning Winner Realty
PS: Still Shows Up