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Writer. Ad Sales and Marketing. Social Media Content Creator. Aeropress Coffee. Makes the best salsa in the world.
Here’s the quote I’m pondering today . . .
“Don’t wish it was easier; wish you were better. Don’t wish for less problems; wish for more skills. Don’t wish for less challenges; wish for more wisdom.” –Jim Rohn
Last night, I went to the park with my son and he hit 100 (might’ve been 200) balls. He started the baseball season hitting everything. During the first 5 games, he could do no wrong. Then he went 5 games without getting his bat on the ball. So, I said, let’s forget the last five games and let’s get to the park and remember how to hit the ball.
I want to write my book. I want to write my screenplay. I want to mass produce my salsa. I want to grow my billing.
For, oh, let’s say 24 months, everything was clicking (like my son’s 5-game hitting streak) and then nothing was clicking.
I gotta get to the park and remember what it feels like to hit the ball. I did it before. I’ll do it again.
My guess is you have done some great things and if you’re in a slump, like a baseball player, it’s only a matter of time before you (and I) break outta our slump.
Borrowing this mantra from Josh Hind’s blog: “Today I’ll do my best to leave the path I take just a little better and brighter than I found it.”
Don’t take it from me, take it from UB40 (and how happy am I to discover they released an unplugged best-of?). Yes. I realize this song has very little to do with the daily grind, but I like it and it kinda fits.
Many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross
And it’s only my will that keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s such a drag to be on your own
My woman left me and she didn’t say why
Well I guess, I have to try
Many rivers to cross
But just where to begin, I’m playing for time
There are times I find myself
Thinking of committing some dreadful crime
Yes, I’ve got many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
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