If you had played the piano for just five minutes every day since age ten, you might be pretty decent.
If you had written just one page a day for a year, you’d have a 365-page book.
Makes you filled with hope and regret at the same time, huh?
Will Smith (yep, the Fresh Prince) put it another way that has helped my perspective: “You don’t set out to build a wall. You don’t say ‘I’m going to build the biggest, baddest, greatest wall that’s ever been built.’ You don’t start there. You say, ‘I’m going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid. You do that every single day. And soon you have a wall.”
Brick by brick.
No one wakes up and writes a book in one day. You aren’t going to either. Our art (the art of making something that resonates, the art of connecting with people, the art of sharing ideas) needs consistent practice to gain momentum and mass.
If it takes locking yourself in a room to get it done today, do it. If it takes you not allowing yourself to go to bed until it’s done, commit to it. Focus on just one brick.
