Success isn’t easy, it isn’t fun, it isn’t smooth. It’s littered with heartbreak and broken promises, With friends that turn to enemies and lovers that resent you for loving words and books way more than you can ever love them. Success is life and death in the same breath because no accomplishment feels as good as the disappointments feel bad. But when you want it, you don’t give up because if you give up you never loved it as much as said you did.
When we build a home, we don’t start with the color scheme or the tile, we start with the foundation.
No speaking in third person tonight, tonight I’m writing about myself. I’m afraid I won’t be all that I want to be, that fear keeps me up so many nights, it lives inside of me. I’ll be in a bookstore and read the first couple of chapters of a book that simply sucks but that person is a New York Times Bestseller. I’ll look at a blog that has a 100k followers and the person writes as if they don’t know what a comma is. In those moments I really do question my abilities.
Do you know what it’s like to love something so much that it consumes…
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