The Choir (aka, the people around you) will say: “You’re being delusional! You’re over-doing it! Go on… take a break!”. This voice can also come from you. More commonly, referred to as doubt.
Anytime “doubt” sees a road of risk ahead, he’ll raise his voice and kick your skull giving you a migraine. If you can ignore the little critter and accept the long and winding road of mini failures and speed-bumps, then you are practically there. By there, I mean success.
Passion is somewhat synonymous with hard work because passion leads to obsession and hours of thinking into your concept. “Hard work and dedication!” can be stopped more easily by doubt. That’s the discerning difference.
You become more aware that you are tired when you have to complete a task that doesn’t seem so interesting, but it’s a necessary step to take before all the fun (i.e. filling out licences for your new invisible cloaks outlet store).
Quite recently, I decided that next year I would like to complete a marathon, because the thought of running 26.2 miles genuinely excites me (or the thought of running through a ribbon sounds fun). That is passion.
However, I am a beginner so I must start at the beginning. Learning to push through chest pains and shin splints. As of last year, I could hardly run 2 laps around the race track, and that was only 2 minutes. Now, I have to run 30 minutes non stop by the end of March for a 5k run. So, when I get on that treadmill or the race track, I have to complete 15 minutes of nonstop running for the first month. It hurts and is certainly not as fun as searching for new trainers and running buddies.
When the green little man begins to whisper in my ear, all I want to do is stop running (and for the first week, I did) but now I tell him to shut up. That’s hard work.
“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. “- Nelson Mandela