The blank page doesn’t write itself. It stares at you, pleading for you to quit and move on to something else.
Those who persist pace themselves into unfamiliar territory. A big bang does no artist any good. What matters is not the end result, but pushing through in a gradual approach.
Creators strive for long-term serotonin over the short-shock dopamine.
They’re the ones that embrace vulnerability. They dance with fear while building up the bicep of the brain. Confidence speaks as if it were alone, dying to go public.
The barrier lies within the self. It tries to impede greater personal growth. You are your own worst enemy of nuclear insignificance.
To wait in the ambiguous middle while everyone else flies by on the racetrack of certainty.
You have to do the workSpike Jonze
now,because you don’t have forever.
Doing the work is a conscious anxiety-ridden habit, but it can run with it like a GIF loop. Chances are if you did it yesterday you can do it again today.
The race to patience is on. It’s settling that’s the problem.