This one has Hemingway’s fingerprints all over it... gritty, blunt, and soaked in accountability. No excuses, no blame games. If you are worth your salt, then the burden is yours.
Success? Own it.
Failure? definitely own it.
I watched Midnight in Paris again Saturday night. One of those movies that grabs you every time. Just like The Godfather, Full Metal Jacket, or Casablanca. You never turn it off. It has Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald roaming around 1920s Paris, spitting wit and chasing their muses. It also has Lightning McQueen’s voice, which meant George and Fritz stuck around and watched it with me for a bit.
There’s something about that story. Slipping back to another time at the stroke of midnight that hits me deep. I used to daydream after long Saturday drives with my Oldman that we’d get caught in a time warp and wake up in 1920s Chicago. I can still smell the soot and feel the grit under my Chernin bought shoes. I’d get a job down at the Board of Trade and maybe rub elbows with a young Nelson Algren or hear Carl Sandburg read poems in Grant Park.
This quote, whether it came from Papa Hemingway or Don Shepley himself, is the kind of line they would both bark without flinching. It doesn’t mean you are to blame for the weather or for being born with a busted hand, but how you carry that weight.
That is on you.
You are the craftsman of your own damn life, and if you are proud of the build, then you take the credit and the blame.
That’s the deal.
My weather guy tells me no smile, no shadow...
... but that doesn't mean we start the week out gloomy!
Own it and make thing astonishing for those around you.
