It won’t always be pretty.

Your actions won’t always result in a nice outcome wrapped in a fancy bow.

It won’t always be smooth sailing.

Effortless, chilled, dreamy.

I won’t always be successful.

At least not to the outside observer looking for evidence of your capabilities.

Sometimes it will be gritty.



Your hands will callous.

Your heart will pump.

Your legs will tire.

The progress may be slow.

Imperceptively slow.

The road may be rocky.

The clouds may be black.

The crowd may be wondering why you bother.

It won’t always be pretty.

But it’s still worth it.

Don’t give up.