In the pursuit of this dream, it requires from you, a new habbit. A strong set of beliefs, and a granite willpower. As we venture into the year , who do you want to become,where do you see yourself,on which pedastal will you appoint yourself. Believer,dreamer,enthusiast. Use your skill. Turn your work into art and craft a new story for yourself. There is a myth, a lie that we tell ourselves. Yet I am learning, that a habbit becomes you. Who we are is a product of our habbits, in this new era, as new challenges arise, what habbits will you pick up.
Protect it, covet it, bless it and secure it. But most importantly work. This is a dream, craft and compell, attract and redefine,it is your water , it is your oxygen, it is blood and gravel, it is the conversation you have in the morning and the whispers you have at night. It is your dream.
Yesterday I had a dream, this dream haunted me, it stalked me, it’s shadow grew even when my limbs grew weary, it sat on my tongue, when my mouth went dry, it marred all escape routes, as it limbered before me. Today I carry this dream on my shoulder ,it has bled, it’s wounds sore leaking with pourse, we have stayed the course my dream and I, it does not tire, before I lay me down to sleep,this dream of mine,I sure must keep.
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It is not who people say you are,but who you are. Mysterious, ambitious,creative,excited, passionate and ready. Life has prepared you through a series of hard work, rejections and slippery denials. You are your tomorrow you seek. It is in the minutes, hours,days months or years you spend doing what your doing. Activating your intellect, tapping into flow. You are in season and the more you do, the more you’ll grow, yet action without a fierce logic and a plan can become a problem for you. What motivates you, is it words of torment planted in your ear like buds, is it a dream towards fulfilment,is it to hear the chorus of validation and cheers from those who love you? Whatever source is, tap into it, for you are becoming.https://5e498h-6ncy9vlcey8lfhnxed0.hop.clickbank.net/
Have the mindset of a victor, it may not have happened instantaneously, it requires building blocks. Success is about strategy and timing, it is about taking the time to learn and being committed to your goal. You are your passion. Embrace it. You are the vision you seek, it will take intensive work, restructuring and regrouping, but a time will come where you will see all your hard work has paid off. It is not about competing with others, or comparing yourself to them. Your journey is different, your goals are different, your tasks are different. Believe in more than your potential, take action. It could be a phonecall today, a text message, a letter or even an email, whatever it is let the universe know your making a contribution. People who are in the process of becoming, are at times addicted to their goals, driven, focussed, ambituos. In life there are no guarantees but one person you can always count on is yourself, you are a visionary, you are a go getter, and your allowed to believe in possibilities.
Creativity produces both pain and promise. From the paradise of words to the elite sketch of an artistes pen, we escape beyond distraction. Beyond the boughs of our blessed reality, to a kingdom where giants sleep, and castles refuse to be concocted in air How many of us spend year in and year out, terrified of rejection, that stamp of disapproval. Yes you are, yet no your not who you profess to be. Therefore we procrastinate, tip toeing towards our greatness, eager to explore our hungry selves. As a creative remember there are always three perspectives, you, the publisher, and the audience. If it’s a product, well, whatever you produce becomes product. The internet is your marketplace, it is your playground, to pitch, market and make a profit. Every creative needs a handbook, a marketing guide that assists you with the financial conversion of creative product to financial outcome. Where is the gap in the market? Are you using Google keywords or the search engine optimisation tool to find what your audience is looking for, have you created a mind map with much structure to organise other elements of your journey, such as networking. Some of us are beyond our dreams, once you find a formula, stick to it, it may be repetitive, tedious, exhausting, yet you are striving towards a positive outcome. Keep going!
The journey is long and arduous, many will perish along the way but you will not. It is your strength of character, your foresight your vision that will direct you to a well spring of ideas. Yet one of the things I’ve always suffered with is consistency, you must be consistent in order to accomplish your goals. Leadership is a lot to do with learning , as you are excelling you are growing. Growth is a painful process, rebirth is a painful process and yet here you are standing, breathing, believing still.
I was listening to a motivational video this morning as I often do to spur me on from writers block, or any negative chi blocks in the morning. The topic was being obsessed. The argument was that as an omnipotent figure in the design of your work, you have to become obsessed with it, consumed by it, go beyond the basic hard work skeleton. You see, a story is formulating already. We are the stories we tell ourselves, the beliefs we have in our potential. If we believe we can produce 2000 more words in the night , this night, we will. The mind is as water it is a free thing, mind and brain are separate. The brain has a structure, a format an organ, the mind is an infinitive. It will take you to where eagles soar, a phoenix laid it’s first egg, man mated with sea beast to form the first mermaid, it is wizardry. To not tap into its Pandora, and allow yourself a little of the Jekyll in you, should be identified as self treason. Your life is your mind, the internal dialogue you have within yourself , a rhetoric we hold unto. Yet with the Mozart’s, and the Einstein’s, and the Marx I recommend we change a little of the conversation, tilt that gate open and let some of that river shimmer out.
It’s easy to let others tell you who you can become. For years I was bullied out of my own skin by a coward who loathed himself. We trust the wrong people to love us, we trust the wrong people to build us up when we’re vulnerable, because we’re too fragile to build ourselves up. As I was laughed at , and ridiculed, put down, humiliated,by a guy who spent years afraid of his own shadow, I realised the most sacred lesson I should have learned. I kept reaching out for love for friendship, but self is love, and family is network. It is important to know who you are and where you come from,otherwise people who are weaker, who have failed themselves will use you as a crutch as a platform to build up an identity of strength. The guy who bullied me for years spent years dragging his face across the pavement, he could barely hold his own shoulders up. Now I think of the humiliation he caused me, the false friends he gathered whilst doing it, and I can only laugh, because I see so much clearer now. Once upon a time through his fog of insults I couldn’t see at all.
They came for you and yet here you stand venturing into the new year with a smile on your face and you may not be gliding yet. It is a stiff march, but this walk of yours, this gait, has potential to ease into a silky glide. Many of us have been destroyed and reconstructed during the year, fragments of an old self, lying in clusters in old clothes before the mirror. We prepare the sheen of our new self, a uniform smile to face the world, a mental check, we are still here, after the breakup, the jealous friends tried to tear you down, the hierarchical games at work, the put down from strangers or just not feeling good enough in our skin. Believe you are worthy of love in 2018, believe this new year will bless you with change, access, and progress. You are what you believe in, believe in yourself.
He watched as i took bold steps severing the ties from my former shadow, I was not afraid any more, i would march into glory, the serpent would not rattle my skin, i would canvas this place with joy and the dimples of my delight. For much had changed. I had become a woman now, i was not afraid of him. Augustus eyed me with two lazy brown eyes , he quirked a brow as he leaned over the table in the small cafeteria. I should have been with Mack, or Ezra, yet i was here with suspicious Augustus, who had a way of seeing me right underneath the skin. “He been beating you huh?”
“Yeah,”i confessed. he rubbed a swollen finger over my soft green eye. It was black around the lid, half the girls would kill to be in my shoes, “sometimes,” he spoke cooly, “we beat on ourselves also.”