No one is going to do the work for me.
This notion hit me like a ton of bricks as I was driving; immersed in thought.
The plethora of mixed and swimming thoughts of building my clothing brand while balancing out the ton of other areas of my daily life brought on this sense of responsibility for self.
It is a simple yet powerful fact:
No one is going to do the work for me.
No one is going to wake up at 2:30–3am on the weekdays for me to hustle on the business before the day job.
No one is going to wake up at 3–4am on the weekends for me to squeeze out every bit of time the weekend provides.
No one is going to pick up the books, read the information, highlight the paragraphs, or make the connections of understanding for me.
No one is going to come up with the drawing ideas, pick up the pencil, or create the various sketchy drafts until the final product is produced.. This is on me.
No one.
No one is going to throw the gym shorts on me after the ten hour work day in the sun.
No one is going to push the weight for me.
No one.
No one is going to pay the bills for me.
No one is going drink the water for me.
No one is going to show up for me.
No one is going to transpire my vision into a tangible business for me.
Absolutely no one.
No one is going to shovel the food in my mouth for me.
No one is going to write down the business ideas for me.
No one is going to create and maintain, or nurture the relationships for me.
Absolutely no one.
It is up to me.
It is all up to me.
This life can give a shit if i am successful let alone chase my dreams. The body is responsible for one function: To keep me alive and my heart pumping. Beyond that it’s on me.
For anything to come into fruition whether it be that company, that strength or physique, that savings plan, that _whatever_… It is all under the control of these two hands…
Of this mind.
Sure, there is the support of loved ones but support or motivation stops just short of action and action is what drives results.
Nothing more, nothing less.
It is up to me.
It is all up to me.
