You’re on your last set. Your muscles are screaming, sweat is dripping into your eyes, and your brain is telling you “you’re already lifting more than last week. You can call it quits here!”
Tell your brain to shut the fuck up. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
You’re walking across the street. She’s got legs anybody would kill for. Your brain says, “she looks like she’s heading someplace, let’s not bother her”.
Tell your brain to shut the fuck up.
Don’t listen to the voice. You give in once, it’s a slippery road down to mediocrity.
You’re tired. The networking event has dragged on far too long. You can’t wait to go home and relax. “I already got 5 contacts, that’s pretty good ain’t it?”
Shut the fuck up. You know damn well how to make friends. Be interested, provide value. If you can’t be witty, you can at least damn well be chill.
Shut the fuck up. Just do it.