Fundamentally a slacker in the low cycles, that'll never change. Wax and wane, bi-polar ambition.
Need to adhere to a certain sense of whimsy. Get whimsical about past failures, past shortcomings. Really, it seems like that's all that's left sometimes.
The germ, the insistent impulse to do the thing will never leave. No matter what you do; slack off or get down to work. So might as well work. And not worry. Serve the trance.
When the thing starts to take on a life of its own, then and only then can you really run with it. A certain workmanlike discipline however can be thought of as a learnable attribute. Perspiration. Anyone can do it. A matter of choice, nothing more.
Take action. Be hard-headed.
Practice.
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