Definitely a bit of a train track theme going on in my work and life at the moment. which gives pause to wonder … what does it mean? I know the answer. I’m resetting the tracks. Destination clear ahead, express route. And ain’t no fucker gonna derail me this time, mama.
If you have ever beaten yourself up cos you think you’re not a real “creative” please take a look at this video. We need to be gentle with ourselves and stop feeling ashamed that we’re not living up to external expectations. Amen.
A woman is not finished when she is defeated. She is finished when she quits.
I never learned to seriously discipline myself until now; now when I am breaking boundaries in my own life — now, when I am 55. So how did I get where I am today without self-discipline? How did I get through my professional training, my post grad studies, my pilot licence, my career, my life?
Pressure. I function really well under pressure; under the prospect of a tight deadline I can work like a dog from dawn to dusk, and through the night if necessary.
But that’s what I’ve done all my life and it hasn’t got me where I want to be, so “If you want something different you have to do something different” (Anurag Prakash Ray) ~ it’s time to embrace my increasing ability to self-discipline and make it my default mode.
If I do that, I can choose my activities and direct my destiny, rather than allowing myself to be swept up in a wave of self-inflicted (and irresponsible) pressure ❤︎