Scribble of the signature. Period.

The legal process is finished. Now this young man is the owner of a piece of land that he inherited from his grandfather. Ever since he was little, the young man knew that grandpa is going to give him the land by the forest.

The man had an unquenchable dream to create a garden where he could spend time with his friends and family. A place that would be his very own oasis on this earth.

Tim walks back to his car and, without a second thought, he drives to the shop for tools and seeds.

The land he inherited wasn’t used for decades. It’s now overgrown with tall grass, bushes and saplings. Only birds were scattering seeds for more than 26 years.

Two months go by…

The abandoned meadow changed its robe. Tim was working hard on his land whenever he had free time.

Everything seems to start to come together.

However, slowly and without realizing Tim starts to do less and less work on his new property. He still comes every moment he has free time, but the time he works reduces.

The reason is admiration. Tim relishes the place and every little plant that his hands carefully planted. The young man spends more and more time dreaming and walking around checking how much his apple tree grew, is there any blooms indicating fruit at the end of the season.

Maybe a little too much time.

The work changed into check-ups. The latter started to disappoint Tim because he couldn’t see any significant growth. Sometimes it even seemed like some plants shrank down in size.

Soon most of the little plants started to dry up because they were not well taken care of.

Tim’s garden, despite of his constant presence, started to give up on him. Every plant desired faithful and consistent care that Tim failed to give.

He was distracted by the observation of the process.

I find myself in the place of Tim. I had dreams and desires to start something significant. I wanted to write my blog, grow the audience, and, at some point, create a new stream of income.

Then I started a Fiverr gig, a website, Twitter account.

Soon after I started to spend more and more time checking my stats and getting disheartened by the numbers as they slowly were going down.

It seemed like I was working but actually I was only doing the check-up.

This taught me an important lesson:

Everything we create is alive because of us. Our creations depend on their creator for their well-being.

I’m getting back on track and seeing the results in consistent growth. I’m no longer expect a miracle to boost my success because it will disappear as suddenly as it came.

Unless I know how to maintain it. That, my friends, comes with patience and consistency.

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