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The Process (something special at the end)

Hey readers and those of you that are probably just going to open this link and leave. You're both welcome 😂.

So I am back with another post that took me a whole month to work on. I think I'll just make it a case to post at least once a month.

Anyways so today I'm going to be talking about "THE PROCESS" sounds so cringy 😂 but when I start you'll understand. Now I encourage you to actually read it to the end. As you know my style is to ramble on till I  make a point. So please read it all.

So the process is basically what we call the journey. It's the long long period of time we push through to get to what we want or where we want to be.
Many times it's not actually that long it just seems so cause we don't plan on it fully so it ends up seeming a lot longer.

There's a very special part in the process that I really want to talk about and it's called the crushing. (I should write a book or something😂)
This is the most heartwrenching stressful part of the entire journey, where disappointments come, self doubt, pain, stress and fights and all of the bad things that can happen just seem to happen. This is really what separates passions from hobbies, it's what will determine your attitude through the rest of the journey, now you can take it in good faith or give up.

This is the part where you have to really say it's all or nothing, are you serious about being what you want to be, are you serious about writing that book that you keep going even through the writers block? Are you serious about being one of the best artists ever that you still perform when you're broke or you have a sore throat? Are you serious about making a difference in your community that you set your personal needs aside to achieve something and bring about change?

Are you?

Then get ready to be crushed.
I listened to "new wine by hillsong" while writing and you guys should listen to. You'll realize that everything you go through is worth it if you really have a dream.

Push yourself in ways you know nobody else can push you. Make yourself uncomfortable so in your desire to achieve comfort you're bringing about change. If it doesn't hurt to give, you haven't really given.



So so so I know super cringy post please don't 😂. I just felt like it needed to be said, I think someone will get inspired by this, remember it doesn't matter what anyone else says about you but what you think about you.

Oh and before I end, I wanted to drop this link to this amazing song, "RIP TZ" by TOD and Lamar Shima it's a tribute to the late Tony Zitta. I didn't know about this guy till he died which I really beat myself up for but I knew his work I knew the things he did, he was a main part in the capital movement (TCM) and for you to be affiliated in something that was quite big and you're pushing it more than you're pushing yourself really is what stands out to me, he really just wanted to Make a difference and he did, it's unbelievable that the capital lost someone this special but I believe his Legacy still lives on in everyone he's inspired. Including me.

So listen to this amazing song and keep dreaming and achieving.

https://soundcloud.com/t-o-d10/rip-tz-interlude-feat-lamar-shima-prod-shwoff

Thank you guys again you're always amazing. Make sure you follow the blog @violetreduxblog on instagram and also Me @_queen.mia I post updates and stuff on it. Thank you so much.

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