Everything starts and ends from the burn of discontent.
We all have an inkling for something, a dormant enthusiasm, waiting to erupt so we can pour our hearts into it.
But the wait is killer. Toiling in anonymity while practicing in mediocrity needs a special kind of patience.
The resistance can only win at our own capitulation. The work is all that matters.
As they say, “the only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.”
If self-promotion along the way helps one build up the confidence to ship, by all means, do it. We must seek the respect we deserve.
We are the audience and actor in the play of life, trying to step back and compose with the highest quality.
No one is going to announce our emergence. All we can ask for is to be consistent with our time.
Show up. The only talisman is the heart and head work.