Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Tuesdays Are For Inspiration

I just came back from the beach.
The worst thing is the day after you've come home from the beach.
Let me tell you.
BUT, I did get to read a lot of books at the beach, including "War of Art" by Steven Pressfield.
And I took lots of notes.
Here are some of my favorite parts of the book:

fighting dragons

Resistance’s goal is not to wound or disable. Resistance aims to kill.
Its target is the epicenter of our being: our genius, our soul, the unique and priceless gift we were put on earth to give and that no one else has but us. Resistance means business. When we fight it, we are in a war to the death.

The most pernicious aspect of procrastination is that it can become a habit.
We don’t just put off our lives today;
we put them off till our deathbed.

Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our destiny. This second, we can turn the tables on Resistance. This second, we can sit down and do our work.

Resistance loves pride and preciousness.
Resistance says, “Show me a writer who’s too good to take Job X or Assignment Y
and I‘ll show you a guy I can crack like a walnut.

Our job in this lifetime is not to shape ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be, but to find out who we already are and become it.
If we were born to paint, it’s our job to become a painter.
If we were born to raise and nurture children, it’s our job to become a mother.
If we were born to overthrow the order of ignorance and injustice of the world,
it’s our job to realize it and get down to business.

To labor in the arts for any reason other than love
is prostitution.

Sword & the Stone

Are you born a writer?
Were you put on earth to be a painter, a scientist, an apostle of peace?
In the end the question can only be answered by action.
Do it or don’t do it. It may help to think of it this way.
If you were meant to cure cancer or write a symphony or crack cold fusion
and you don’t do it,
you not only hurt yourself, even destroy yourself.
You hurt your children. You hurt me. You hurt the planet.
You shame the angels who watch over you and you spite the Almighty, who created you and only you with your unique gifts, for the sole purpose of nudging the human race one millimeter farther along its path back to God.
Creative work is not a selfish act or bid for attention on the part of the actor.
It’s a gift to the world and every being in it. Don’t cheat us of your contribution.
Give us what you’ve got.

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