The Name Of The Game Is...
Just a few days ago, I scribbled a new mirror motivation onto my bathroom mirror: The name of the game is level up.
Level up from being an amateur to being a master.
And here’s the thing: a master is not the one who knows all and who has perfected her craft. She is the one who understands that learning is more valuable than knowing and who is not even remotely interested in perfect because of the obsession she has with pushing herself just beyond.
There is no “perfect” in the Land of Just Beyond, because there is a risk of failure, and this risk threatens safety.
An amateur thrives on safety, on guaranteed success and results he can calculate.
Just Beyond is where the magic happens, but there are no guarantees of success there. An amateur believes success to be the greatest measure of worth.
Just beyond is when you go to a hard place, and then keep going.
It’s when you think, “I don’t think I can do this,” but you do it anyway.
It’s when you feel like you’ve done everything you could possibly do, and then you do some more.
It’s when you stop wondering whether or not you feel like doing it, and you just do it.
This is the biggest divide that exists between the amateur and the master.
The longer you operate under the belief that “feeling like” doing something must precede the actual doing, the longer you remain an amateur.
There is no such thing as “feeling like” being your best self (which is what a master really is.) Being your best self— constantly leveling up— is some challenging, no-guarantee, shit that is full of a lot of “have tos” and not a whole lot of “feel likes.”
Get over it.
Or stay an amateur.