I've always grappled with this thought.
The question of "can I make success consistent?"
Of course the simple answer is no.
But we all wish it was a yes.
I came across a poem by Rupi Kaur today that sparked this thought back inside of me.
Here it is... (if you're not a reader, I say it too :)
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it seems like the more words you write
why do you think you're in control
didn't the words come spilling
out of you the first time
pouring without permission
but magic doesn't move like that
suffocating the masterpieces
be patient and when it's time
the universe will use you again
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