The last couple of weeks, I’ve been feeling very urgent about accomplishing something that pushes me forward in achieving the goals I outlined for this year.

And that led to lots of lost sleep, my back aching, my digestive system complaining, and a skin rash.  (gross — sorry)

Clearly, my system can’t tolerate that high level of stress/push.  It’s OK for a short period, but not sustainable over a long haul.

I read War of Art of Steven Pressfield one night.  In it, Mr. Pressfield describes the difference between Amateur and Pro.  More comprehensive book report is forthcoming, but let’s just say — Amateurs set unrealistic, idealistic goals and oscillate between busts and burn-outs.  Pros show up every day, put in the same amount of work, whether they feel like it or not.

Ouch.

I do need to set some milestones and get my ass kicked, once in a while.  But for the most part, I still need to focus on just showing up everyday.

If I show up today and put my baby step forward, I win. If I don’t, I lose.

As long as I keep winning those small battles, I’ll go somewhere.