A lot of things. A lot of people. A hell of a lot of expectations.
Get it done. Hurry up. Follow through. Measure up.
Smaller. Leaner. Faster. Thinner. Smarter. Harder. Better.
We’re under pressure from every direction.
We overcommit and underdeliver.
We worry we’re not enough--or, we’re just too much.
People put it on us. We put it on ourselves.
We live in a damn instapot.
But we need it.
That pressure in our life.
Embrace it.
Because pressure determines what remains. And what stays together.
It prioritizes.
When all the noise and friends with the lowercase ‘f’ fade.
The most important remains.
It doesn’t window shop. It knows what it wants. What it needs.
It’s instinctual. A physical reaction.
Palms-sweaty, knees-weak, arms-heavy pressure.
It’s hard. It’s uncomfortable.
And so we shy away.
And tuck it all back in. The gutsy, balls to the wall, give-zero f*cks, ohmygawd-I-can’t-believe-she’s-doing-that back in.
But we say let it all out.
Put yourself out there.
Get uncomfortable.
And f*cking feel it.
It won’t be your last chance to do so.
But it will be your best chance.
Because it’s right here, right now.
This moment, that class.
Ask for the raise.
Quit the job you hate.
Sign up for the race.
Call that person.
Put yourself out there.
Feel the pressure.
Make it happen.
So the best can begin.
#PRESSURE