have a scroll . . .
The only way to figure out if l am being true to my self is to throw my identity away every evening before I go to bed.
Whatever I want to pick up again in the morning may have some merit to it.
I don't get too fixated on the titles that hang above my door, the inıtials that may or may not come after my name, or the engravings on the awards others give me.
l'd rather focus on doing what's necessary
to create in all honesty.
The mere mention of professionalism can trap my ego into thinking it's got to perform a role in order to get a prize.
But the truth is, the real win is my
ability to make whatever I am doing my own.
Comfort is enticing, acceptance can be a drug, and conformity is always beckoning, offering shiny trinkets and corner offices - but if I want the freedom to follow my bliss I've got to be willing to work against the grain.
I go without what's easy in order to be part of creating what's revolutionary.
In the process, I don't take my success or my failure to heart.
I'Il experience a million moments of both, and rather than get hung up on which is present, l'd rather get on with the show.