Dead rabbits and deader spirits.
The creative that survives strictly off her creativity has one of the toughest jobs in the world.
Every morning she laces up her boots and ties them taut, she bundles up to break the cold and she grabs her spear like a lifeline as she sets out to find her next kill.
But, for her, success isn't measured by the kill. Yes, it feeds her but it does not nourish her.
No, for the creative, success is measured by the work.
The days she leaves everything out in the wilderness and trudges back empty-handed are the days she feels full. Her stomach might hiss and growl as she goes to bed hungry. But her spirit rests easy knowing she he did the work.
However, the days she grab-asses and gets lucky and spears a rabbit are the days she feels hungrier and emptier than ever before. Sure, her stomach keeps mum. But she tosses and turns long into the night as she is plagued and nightmared by the truth –– the truth that she did not do the work.
The creative does not live off wins. The creative lives off the work. That's what keeps her nourished.
By Cole Schafer.
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