In moments of frustration I come back to one word:

Process.

If you read this blog on a regular basis you may tire of this theme, but in our culture, where everything resides within the parameters of our fingertips, it cannot be overemphasized. Awe-inspiring, worthwhile things cannot be microwaved into existence. No business, no book, no piece of art, no movement (in spite of how they are marketed) has ever traveled through the full spectrum of creation in an instant.

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One of my favorite meals that Maile makes is a vindaloo curry. If you don’t know what that is, just think “hot.” It’s a masterpiece, really, a piece of art that can be eaten. The textures and flavors. But guess what? You won’t find it in a Rachel Ray cookbook. You won’t find (an edible version) in any instant form.

Because masterpieces take time.

Maile grinds the spices herself. She creates the curry paste. She slices and dices and simmers and mixes.

Everything worth anything in this life requires a process.

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“It’s the millions of words written, all the short stories, even the ones that weren’t any good. Without the millions of words written it is impossible to write a book like this. And by the same token-those millions of words are a guarantee that the last half will not falter for a moment.” – Steinbeck, on reading the manuscript of Louis Paul’s novel, The Wrong World

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Are you willing to fail multiple times or coast along in business for twenty years before finding your success?

Are you willing to paint a thousand portraits?

Write a million words?