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Dreamers and Doers

What is the difference between those who DO hard things, and those who DREAM about doing hard things?

Well, a lot of things.  Some might say...fearlessness, ambition, talent, drive. I think all of those qualities play a small part, but they certainly aren't the most important one. I believe the difference between doers and thinkers is effort.

Being willing to try, and potentially fail. Being willing to try over and over. Showing up, giving a 100%, putting yourself out there.  Saying to the universe, that is something I would like to achieve, then daily taking steps toward it.

We could easily get stone walled when we start to think to hard about "How" will I ever achieve that.  We can fool ourselves by focusing on the DREAM, and not taking any action that will lead us to achieving it. The answer is EFFORT.  One step at a time.  Consistently walking forward, chipping away, showing up.

I am not making this stuff up. I am no wise woman.  This is time tested, proven, stuff here. Look at anyone who is really doing something you admire.  Maybe they are gifted with certain talents, maybe they are not.  One thing I bet you will see in them is a willingness to walk forward in faith, to try, over and over, even when it seems too hard.


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