Thr Principle Of Organization Is Built Into

The Sign Of The Amateur Is Overglorification Of And Preoccupation With The Mystery. The Professional Shuts Up. She Doesn't Talk About It. She Does Her Work.

F@*# Self-doubt. I Despise It. I Hold It In Contempt, Along With The Hell-spawned Ooze-pit Of Resistance From Which It Crawled. I Will Never Back Off. I Will Never Give The Work Anything Less Than 100%. If I Go Down In Flames, So Be It. I'll Be Back.

The Professional Respects His Craft. He Does Not Consider Himself Superior To It. He Recognizes The Contributions Of Those Who Have Gone Before Him. He Apprentices Himself To Them.

We Need To Ascend Beyond Our Own Petty Resistance, Our Own Negative Self-judgment And Self-sabotage, Our Own "i'm Not Worthy" Mind-set.

The Artist And The Mother Are Vehicles, Not Originators. They Don't Create The New Life, They Only Bear It. This Is Why Birth Is Such A Humbling Experience. The New Mom Weeps In Awe At The Little Miracle In Her Arms. She Knows It Came Out Of Her But Not From Her, Through Her But Not Of Her.