Finally hit a wall and needed to take my first weekend off in 2018, 6 weeks in.
When you are chasing multi-dimensional greatness you run on a different rhythm.
Aside from a few extended periods of depression, where I needed to shut everything down and do deeper cleansing and integration work, I’ve been pushing myself to exhaustion in this rhythm since I turned 13.
Study the greats.
Take inspiration from the greats.
Live your soul’s unique expression of greatness.
Work like hell. I mean you just have to put in 80 to 100 hour weeks every week. If other people are putting in 40 hour workweeks and you’re putting in 100 hour workweeks, you know that you will achieve in four months what it takes them a year to achieve.
If your job is to be the best basketball player you can be, to do that you have to practice and train, you have train as much as you can, as often as you can. So if you get up at 10 in the morning, train at 12, train for 2 hours, 12-2, you have to let your body recover, so you eat and recover, you get back out and train from 6-8 and then you go home, eat, shower, go to bed do it again. Those are 2 sessions. Imagine you wake up at 3, train 4-6am, eat breakfast, relax, go back at it 9 to 11, then you’re back at it again 2-4, then back at again 7-9…look at how much more training I’ve done by starting at 4am. You do that as the years go on, the separation you have with your competitors and your peers, just grows larger and larger and by years 5 to 6, it doesn’t matter what type of work they’re doing in the summer, they’re never going to catch up, because they’re 5 years behind.
I’ve never really viewed myself as particularly talented. I’ve viewed myself as slightly above average in talent. And where I excel is ridiculous, sickening, work ethic. You know, while the other guy’s sleeping? I’m working. While the other guy’s eatin’? I’m working. While the other guy’s making love, I mean, I’m making love, too. But I’m working really hard at it.
Yeah uh, look, fuck all that happy to be here shit that y’all want me on
I’m the big homie, they still be tryna lil’ bro me dog
Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When I’m ’bout to drop somethin’ crazy and I say I’m the greatest of my generation
Like I should be dressin’ different
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best behavior
And not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn’t study the game to the letter
And understand that I’m not doin’ it the same, man, I’m doin’ it better
Like I didn’t make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don’t know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself
But I thought “Fuck it”.