Oh dear.....
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed....
Sarcasm and profanity included.
I just ranted on about the self help industry selling HOPE in bucket loads...
And for a pretty penny.
Call me the realist....
I believe in your dreams and mine.
I believe almost everyone has the potential to achieve great things.
The problem is that most folks don't define what that great thing is.
Then, even if they do define it, they don't make it a priority.
Then......
You've got this whole industry that sells a package deal of hopes, dreams, fast and easy to you.
I mean because who wouldn't choose the fastest way to greatness.... right?!
Bundles of hope being sold for top dollar.
It sounds as icky as it is....
Self help is virtually a multi billion dollar business every year.
It's fueled by dreams and desperation.
Where am I going with this????
Oh.....
I woke up cranky. Fueled by a post of smoke and mirrors.
What is my morning tip....
Believe in yourself. Be persistent. Make your dream a priority. Plan. Write it down. Find an accountability partner to keep you moving forward. Seek the knowledge you need to improve your skills. Practice that skill daily. Skills are valuable.
Value sells.
Add more value.
Make money from that valuable skill.
There isn't a magic potion or secret to success and greatness.
There's improving your skill-set and adding immense value to your industry.
No one can sell you great skills.
Those are achieved through doing everyday.
That my beautifulness is where the power is.
List your skills.
Choose one you are insanely passionate about.
Practice the art daily.
Package up the value of your skills.
Bring them to the world.
Sell your value.
Achieve your dreams and aspirations.
No HOPE selling involved.
**** Massive hint.
You still don't need to be Olympic gold to sell your valuable skills.
Just be 3-5 steps ahead of your clients.

It doesn't stop burning just because you choose to ignore it today, tomorrow and next week. That yearning deep down in the pit of your stomach. The gnawing in your belly. The voice that won't shut the fuck up. The ping in your heart that stings randomly. How about the eye twitch when you hit your max of ignoring shit.

YOU KNOW THE SHIT I'm talking about?!

The icky stuff that piles up in your head. You can keep going. Keep busy. Distract yourself all day long.

It's NOT going to fizzle out. It's going to keep smoldering. Then something will trigger it and the flame will flare up...AGAIN and AGAIN...

UNTIL you choose to do something about it.

How much pain is that fire going to cause you before you decide to sit down, feel the warmth and see how big this fire is going to get?