Every time I allowed myself to think I had arrived, I hadn’t. Every time I called myself a failure, I wasn’t. Every moment – each high and each low – was simply a step on the path to this moment. Period.
It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man.” – Benjamin Franklin
My biases might initially lead me down the wrong path, but I’m not powerless. I can choose to take a different path.
A little over 3 years ago I wrote a post titled, Choose Harder Things. Going to the gym had become “too easy.” I was just showing up. I would do the minimal workout that would allow me to say that I had worked out that day. I was being consistent, but I wasn’t being consistently intense. Writing felt that was to me this morning.
In 2006 I realized that busy wasn’t enough. I wanted to be more than just “Jeff’s wife” or someone’s Mom. Even though when I was a kid and adults would ask me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” All I could think of was “A Mom.” I was certainly that, but for some reason it wasn’t enough for me, something was missing and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Making something special requires effort. Things that are easy are not rare. Delivering a quality product or exceptional service requires a focus and attention to craft that others will be unwilling to achieve.