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consciously consistent

sometimes i hate what i write
and the criticism i lay so thick on the words that flow from my fingertips
keeps me from writing anything at all

i dont always (and rarely) know what i am doing...with my life or really, with many of my talents...
and when i think i know, it is fear that contains me in the safekeeping of inaction

and who of us will say the same?

but if hard work is the only way to know that what you're doing is creating the right opportunities for you, then why not test that theory by simply working hard?  

but who of us can truly say we're working hard?  some can....and i'm over wishing i could work hard in the areas Im not currently working hard in.  that anxiety has had me frozen in place - critical and doubting.

so let's just do a little bit.  every day.  a promise to celebrate....

i will celebrate every talent and gift and triumph that has defined me and grown me to the person I am today and will continue to cultivate the person I am meant to be.  I will continue to lose myself in my daydreams only to come out inspired and fresh with new content and a new spirit for creating.

when ive thought of hard work, i tend to think in a much smaller time frame but ive found that hard work cant be confined or measured.  hard work does not mean "start a project and go at it hard until your dreams manifest into reality."  maybe too many messages are feeding us just that concept and it's annoying (and intimidating).  hard work can develop with baby steps stretched over a life time or beyond - maybe the next generation will continue your hard work.  ive really learned just how much consistency, not hard work, sparks change.

sometimes i still hate what i write.
and the criticism i lay on the things i do
keeps me from doing anything at all

i dont have to live as if im dying tomorrow
but if i did die tomorrow
then all i would know is that i took my steps today
to work toward making this world a better place

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