A Short Story.
The past month has been a tough one, a month that required laser like focus on production challenges. I have no excuses for not contributing my weekly story in my journal, or here. I am not going to make one up. Instead, I will simply write.
Today, I write a short reminder, to myself and others. Daily paces, no matter the weather, are the way to success. Incremental growth, consistency, and patience in the face of delays are the way. Eliminating distraction, improving your tools, and not overloading your vehicle.
There can never be enough planning, so plan to prepare. Once your feet start moving, your success has already been determined or not.
The only way to get to the finish line is to move. And the only way to know if you are arriving, is to measure your distance, your nautical miles. You must have a map. Navigating that map is always based on goals. Do not exceed, and do not fall short. Instead, meet what is difficult, discomforting, but never impossible. If it's easy, be wary. If it's impossible, be bold.
In your mind, plant the flag where you are required to go. Then, go to meet it. It's already there.
Ration your resources based on the distance you must cover, and let no other reason sway you into misplacing them. You will need them.
On the journey to the flag, or on your return.
Be fat upon your return, not thin.
The arrow must be aimed, but it also must face conditions once it has been released. Once it's moving, it's out of your hands. Planning is critical.
Discipline is self-imposed, it doesn't come from somewhere else, but the consequences of not imposing it upon yourself will come from somewhere else. Avoid those external enemies through self-discipline.
Mistakes cost you.
Do nothing for glory, or for approval, pride, or because of the past. There is another peak ahead of you which requires your focus. Cross the threshold, with no shame in how you do it.
So liberate yourself from the constraints of the external world, and, instead, bask in the illumination of your own internal mechanisms.
You are the cosmos.
You are the source for all of this.