You did not wake up today to be a weak-assed bitch!

Often times, the one person who can most quickly get under my skin and annoy me more than any other human being on planet earth… is myself.

I do not know who installed this operating system in my brain, but there are clearly days where I would like to throttle him with every inch of my life. The days when it is cold and gloomy out and crawling back to under my electric blanket and staying warm sounds 1 million times better than putting on my sweats and walking 5 miles in that weather….or  going to the gym, or working out in my home.

There are days when I could be so persuasive on so many topics of personal interest. Pistachio almond ice cream is a good starting place and if that isn’t persuasive enough, there are at least 30 different permutations of pizza that always sound appealing. And because, for the most part, I live on a ketogenic diet, a basket of great bread assortments at a nice restaurant can be my complete undoing.

If taking care of my eating distractions isn’t enough, there are all the parts of business that I don’t feel like getting to. I can make them into lists and I can put them on the calendar and coordinate schedules for completion but none of that in and of themselves are sufficient. At the end of the day, this militant drill sergeant of task masters inside my being forces me to do a host of these responsibilities that I totally do not feel like doing.

I have gunnery Sergeant Hartman living inside of me. “Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair.”

As shared, there are many days that I intensely regret having this being inside me, but, more often than not, I am grateful in the long term that it exists. I was talking with a work colleague the other day and she said she wanted to live to the ripe old age of 72. I started to laugh I said 72 isn’t ripe old age. I’m aiming for over 100. I have so many things in life that I still want to do and need to get to, living to 72 years of age just isn’t remotely a consideration.

If you don’t have somebody like gunnery Sergeant Hartman living inside you, you might choose to install him. He is not friendly. He is uncompromising. He is outright rude and insulting. But he does get the job done and sometimes that is exactly what we need.

Happy Tuesday!

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Written by Brian Weiner
When I was 5 years old, I discovered that the lemon tree in the backyard + dixie cups + water and sugar and I was in business. I have been hooked on that ever since. In 1979, I borrowed $14,000 to create a brand new product... photographic greeting cards with no text on the inside, called Paradise Photography. That was the start of The Illusion Factory. Since then, The Illusion Factory has been entrusted by all of the major studios and broadcasters with the advertising and marketing of over $7 billion in filmed, live, broadcast, gaming, AR, VR and regulated gaming forms of entertainment, generating more than $100 Billion in revenue and 265 awards for creativity and technology for our clients. When I took a break from film school at UCLA to move to Hawaii, my mother did not lecture me. Instead, she took 150 of her favorite aphorisms and in her beautiful calligraphy, wrote them artistically throughout a blank journal. That is the origin of the Lessons from the Mountain series. Since then, on my journeys to the top of a mountain to watch the sunrise, I have spent countless hours contemplating words of wisdom from the sages of all races, genders and political persuasions, constantly accumulating the thoughts to guide me on my life path. I hope you enjoy my books. Please let me know your thoughts, as I highly value your feedback!