I’ve been thinking a lot about my profile picture lately.
It’s zombie Marie Curie saying,
You don't become great by trying to be great. You become great by wanting to do something, and then doing it so hard that you become great in the process.
It probably seems stupid that I’m still reeling from the whole Effie’s Club Follies fiasco. Why would someone as talented and motivated as myself waste time even thinking about such people or organizations?
Because I refuse to use all of my time wisely? Because I can’t help myself. Because that event uncovered some deep seeded, repressed fears–fears of becoming motivated by negative emotions, becoming bitter and resentful of those trying to help me; fears of failure.
In actuality, nobody would care if I failed at this. If the boylesque troupe Tim and I are attempting to start never got off of the ground and Burlesque Beta fizzled out over time, nobody’s life would be ruined. I have very understanding friends.
The pressure to succeed is self-inflicted. I think that’s the best kind of pressure. Society, I can hide from, but I can’t hide from myself.
If you know you can’t look at yourself in the mirror if you fail, it takes the option of failure away.
The Death of Glitter 