The year I got married, I bought my first house and got my mba. The year my son was born I started my career in management and also started working 7 days a week.
This makes me seem like a somewhat successful person.
I am not that.
I, and what I hope for anyone along my path, keep going.
Can't stop, won't stop.
Those are just words, epitomized my famous rappers and the like, but what does that mean.
Does it mean work 7 days a week, which is my current prescription?
Probably not.
Does it mean outwork?
I would think so, but work is a very broad, and diverse, term.
Now, on the contrary, to de-rail this train, and to put the unnecessary focus back on myself, due to a selfish nature of a blog that is inherent within, I also clocked a year where I was arrested 3 times (very minor offenses but not things that move one forward), spent countless hours doing nothing and digressing in nature due to such inaction, and put up some just passable grades to get by in my current schooling at the time.
That all doesn't sound that bad, but is it work? Is that can't stop, won't stopping?
Certainly not, but one must relax?
I can't confirm or deny that.
Mainly because I'm not an expert in the field. But I am an expert at persisting, through an arduous schedule, through boughts of unhappiness, through life's ruts.
And I guess the key to my work is hope.
So try to take some hope to the workplace, the school yard, the work space, and the everyday places one find themselves. So as hope increases, work will also.
