This is why you’re not lazy

Your mama says you’re lazy.

Your friends say you’re lazy.

You feel lazy. You act lazy.

You feel down because you fell into the trap. You agreed with them, and you start to believe it yourself.

I’m lazy. It’s true.

The poison takes hold.

And so you act how you think, and you think how you act, and your actions slow to a halt.

Now you’re a podgy mound on a sofa eating chips.

And you want to cry.

And you do.

A short while later, the door rings. It’s your friend Stacy bringing gifts.

Some chocolate and a book.

You wipe your eyes, scoff the chocs, and open the book when she’s gone.

That night in bed the pages turn faster and faster.

Your mind feels like it’s realigning. All the ledges slip into ridges with a satisfying spludge.

It finally makes sense.

You were lazy before, not because you were lazy.

You didn’t know what you were doing. And because you didn’t have the knowledge to turn action into results, you chose distraction.

Motivated Malcolm down the road isn’t lazy, but now you get why.

He knows what he’s doing. He takes what he learns and turns awareness into results.

He had control when you hadn’t.

His understanding of his process leads to wins, which in turn fire him up to take more action and reap yet more successes.

You weren’t motivated, not because of who you are.

Not because you ‘weren’t cut out for it.’

You just didn’t understand your craft.

So you commit to a craft, but not only that — to mastery.

It’s your only path.

Master your craft.

Read the books. Follow the mentors.

Put in the numbers.

Do it over and over again.

Learn from those mistakes.

See the wins.

Feel the joy of the wins.

And laziness will be a smudge on your shirt.

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