It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate. - Steven Pressfield

What does Resistance feel like? First, unhappiness. We feel like hell. A low-grade misery pervades everything. We’re bored, we’re restless. We can’t get no satisfaction. There’s guilt but we can’t put our finger on the source. We want to go back to bed; we want to get up and party. We feel unloved and unlovable. We’re disgusted. We hate our lives. We hate ourselves. Unalleviated, Resistance mounts to a pitch that becomes unendurable. At this point vices kick in. Dope, adultery, web surfing.

A writer writes with his genius; an artist paints with hers; everyone who creates operates from this sacramental center.

The payoff of living in the past or the future is you never have to do your work in the present.