I roll my eyes when people brag about being “busy.”

That statement literally means nothing to anyone but you.

What you’re really telling the rest of us is you’re disorganized, ineffective, and mentally weak.

If you were doing something more amazing in life, you’d brag about that shit. 

Instead, you justify your lack of effort to protect your ego from the friction of failure.

If you really wanted to chase your most ambitious desires, you would follow through to the end, regardless of the outcome.

And take on setbacks.

And face challenges head on.

And pursue self mastery.

And extinguish toxic relationships.

And commit to greatness.

And do the real work that makes you feel like an outsider.

And be so fucking effective in life you have so much more to tell people than “I’m busy.”

The world rewards actions and outcomes…

Not busyness.

That’s a guarantee.

And it’s iron fucking clad.