Click moments are bull shit. At least, in the way some people see them, anyway.
You know what I mean? You hear the same old story. “I woke up one day and that was it” “It was just a turning point for me” “From that moment on I never ate chocolate again”. Sod off, love. Don’t tell me you’re not human and didn’t slump. I feel like the term “click moment” suggests that one day it all changed and from that moment on, it was a breeze. I think it encourages disappointment in yourself. Because what if it never happens?
I always use this analogy when talking about a career. For me, I want to be well known for my writing. I’m not great at it, and sometimes I don’t know how to articulate, but I keep working at it. That is my dream. But for years I waited for my click moment. You know when you hear the story that one day JK Rowling was sat on a train and she thought of Harry Potter? I saw it described as her “defining moment”. But what about the set backs after that?
I waited for my Harry Potter for years. That whirlwind character that’d squeeze seven books from my brain and get me that freshly printed book with my name on the cover. But he never showed up. ‘Cos I was waiting for my click moment when really, I should’ve been bloody writing.
“People seem to think writing is waiting for that inspiring moment, when really it’s about sitting at a laptop and writing.”
And it’s the same with life. Whether it’s love, fitness, a career or anything else – if we wait for a click moment, we’ll always be waiting. Because sure, you could wake up one day and say: damn the world, I’m going to go running. Every day. At 6am. This is my moment!
And then one day you don’t do it and the deflation is unreal. I’ve failed. That wasn’t my click moment after all. Damn it. When will my next one be?
Realistically, there are no clicks. There are no shifts in the atmosphere or fate that means you’ll suddenly turn up at the gym every day or you’ll write a chapter every night. You just get inspiration sometimes, but it’s about working through the lack of inspiration that pushes you even further. Because I bet even our JK sat at her laptop and thought, “For fucksake Harry, where are you today?”
You won’t be inspired every day. You won’t feel enthused. You won’t jump out of bed every morning and high five the sun (or rain, in our case). But that doesn’t mean you failed. It just means you’re human. So keep working. Focus on what you want and then go for it. But don’t beat yourself up.
So here it is: your life and attitude won’t change in a second, a day, or a month. But you know what can? Your realistic drive. Set yourself a goal and anticipate that sometimes, the words won’t come. The gym’ll be closed. That guy won’t text back. But keep fighting. And keep going.