You are expected to feed your new roommate and they have less motor control then someone with no arms and no legs.
What a time! I write this as if I have regret now. As if now I’m missing things. I’m not.
This is what I do now to “trick” myself into confidence. I hate “hacks” and “tricks”. But I need to survive also and feed people and make myself function.
I’m sick of the phrase, “KILL IT!” Or “STOP WATCHING & START HUSTLING!” Or “TO WIN THE GAME YOU HAVE TO PLAY IT!” I am sick of business inspirational slogans. They don’t work. They aren’t true.
Just make Capitol Hill a tourist attraction. The entire point of Capitol Hill was that in the 1800s there was no way to communicate other than if everyone was in the same building.
Owning Shit. I don’t like to own anything. I feel like they hold me down. I want to be like a kite, with only a strong arm and a pair of feet that love me to hold me to the Earth.
“If it wasn’t for my parents, I would have killed myself,” Michael Ellsberg was telling me. I hadn’t seen him in four years. But then he sent a random text and by coincidence he was just a block away.
John Wallace, former star pro athlete was telling me how great an athlete I was. “I saw you break dance, man,” he said, “that requires athleticism. That requires coordination.”
Harrison Ford was a carpenter before he was the biggest star in the universe. George Lucas needed carpentry work on a door in the studio. Harrison Ford knew Fred Roos who was working for Lucas.
You are sales. You are design. You are customer service. You write the marketing. All in service of fine craft for a customer. This is how you become a master at what you do.