We love to feel embattled because we like to think we labored for it. If we haven’t struggled, we haven’t yet lived.
The urge to grind away at the remarkable supersedes trepidation. So we feel the fear and do it anyway.
“I’ll tell you what freedom is to me: No fear. I mean, really – no fear.”
Nina Simone
The work exists long before there are workers. It’s up to bees to embrace the challenge in making honey that calls their name.
Effort declares our indivisible essence.
The mental software powering the brain in the game of goal-setting can’t afford to be fixed.
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