― Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Seems to me that there is a fine line between insanity and
dedication…I call that line commitment”
― Jeremy Aldana
“The speed of your success is limited only by your
dedication and what you're willing to sacrifice”
― Nathan W. Morris
“The price of winning is dedication and the price of
dedication is concentration. To get any of the two you have to accept to toil
for both.”
― Auliq Ice
“Always remember that if you give up in life, life didn't give
up on you, you gave up on life.”
― John Yang aka Private83
Last week I finished the first book of my teenage witch
series. Because I felt like I needed and deserved a break, I decided to spend a
week cleaning my house and working in my yard. This is has been one of the most
frustrating weeks of my life. On Monday I cleaned out my closet, but now it’s
Friday and my closet looks pretty much the same as it did on the Sunday before
I cleaned it out.
Why is it when I’m writing everything works—it’s as if all
the lights are green? But when I’m not writing, it’s as if all the lights are
red. I go to vacuum and the vacuum breaks. It takes me an hour of studying the
manual and fiddling to make it function. I want to mow the lawn, but the mower
is out of gas and all the gas cans are empty. On my way to the post office to
mail my sister a gift I remember that recently she moved and I don’t have her
new address. How is it that when I spend 4-5 hours a day writing, my life runs
smoother than when I’m trying to put my house in order?
Does this mean that I should let dust bunnies multiply, grow
the grass to my knees, and skip all trips to the post office? I don’t think so,
but maybe occasionally I need a frustrating week to remind me that when I’m
writing I’m happy. When I’m not…I’m usually cranky. Write and be happy. Not
write and be cranky. Are those my only options?
We sometimes think talent is an innate ability—a gift
from God that some of us are just born with. But I think the magic of talent is
dedication, or devotion. When my son took karate, his class was at the same gym
where my friend’s daughter, a state champion gymnast, worked out. My friend’s
daughter left school every day at
noon to go to the gym and it was my job to bring her home at 6:30. And that
girl DID NOT want to leave the gym, even after six and half hours a day, every day.
Only if it makes you happy, and a smidge less cranky.
by Shel Silverstein
Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae,
Who ate a monstrous whale?
She thought she could,
She said she would,
So she started in right at the tail.
And everyone said, "You're much too small,"
But that didn't bother Melinda at all.
She took little bites and she chewed very slow,
Just like a good girl should...
...And in eighty-nine years she ate that whale
Because she said she would!
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