Consistently harder…

Hey, reader. Here’s my writing from a recent BTL one on one practice. I lived out my purpose. Awaken. Challenge. Transform. I hurt the dude across from me. Hurt me more. He’ll never know. You won’t either. Sucks to lead…

I kicked your ASS six ways to Sunday. Your Achilles heel is your inconsistent effort. I ranted because I’m attempting to wake your sorriness up. You are most consistent in your hobby – xyz. Inconsistent in your writing, relationships, spiritual life, and physical health. WTF is up with that. Is your hobby your most precious?

You are good, not great. I’m here to make you great. Been a better friend than Builder. Today, you’re being BTL. You could be great if you consistently work on living your CORE aimed at OPUS. You could be great if you stopped looking for silver bullets and embraced lots and lots and lots of lead ones. Currently you are not. Lead bullets are the baby steps to greatness. Fact.

PA:

Consistency matters most. Compound interest. One penny doubled for 31 days or 1mm today? The penny in 31 days is worth over 10mm. Lead bullets. No silver. Consistency matters more. Incremental gains. No giant leaps for mankind. Compound your gains in your CORE purposes and the P to your OPUS. First things first will not make second things less. It will make them more. (Thanks, C.S. Lewis).

Sunday writing like your life depends upon it.

Scorecard yourself. FIO. Send to me weekly.

Hurt. Holy. Happy. Damn. This is recipe nobody tells you. Happiness is a horrible aim but a desirable outcome. Want more happiness in your sorriness? Embrace acute pain. Aim at becoming more whole (holiness). Happiness happens when we work on becoming better selves and stop fixating on controlling circumstances and other people (especially those we say we love). Damn, life is hard. Day Six, Dumbass.

Live hard. Love ❤️ harder. Consistently harder…

4 thoughts on “Consistently harder…

  1. #26 of my worldview: “I require hard ass coaches with the courage to call out my bullshit, unafraid of causing discomfort and pain. Self-objectivity is impossible. I require others willing to push me further than I am capable of going on my own.

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