Repetition Breeds Excellence
or Disaster
I was reminded of that fact today by a recent subscriber.
We will jump right in.
What we do continuously becomes our life.
Obviously, that is up for grabs, every day, every second. We’re in the age of stealing attention and the more you butt plug your potential, the more you breed disaster.
I actively breed disaster with my cells, through my smooth zyn habit, scrolling, caffeine daily. These are basic personal examples, but when we start to get into professional aspects of life, some of these things are commonplace and it’s not a huge detriment to be someone who drinks caffeine and pops a zyn while at the desk.
Yet, there’s a wide gap even between people who have similar repetitions but not similar professional circumstances. Why is that? Well, while you’re netflix and chilling or going out and ruining your liver/bank account, they’re staying home, saving money, reading and grinding, still. Repeatedly.
Because the office is not the office of your cells. Your skin is. The more you neglect to work from within, the longer it will take to grow out. Be comfortable being authentically you, unapologetically, because you’re a badass when you start doing shit. Real Shit. {Not Bullshit} Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t let doubt from what anyone says or thinks derail you from growing. Maybe the idea you’re working on isn’t the one within your highest potential, either way, if you’re pursuing with aim you’re growing and through those lessons, you’ll reach those highest potentials that you will naturally lead yourself to through commitment.
When you let distractions deter you from success then you are in essence creating a waterfall of molten lava that will fucking kill your spirit. You’ve seen the quote . . .
"Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75." - Benjamin Franklin
Whether he said that or not, up for debate. I couldn’t find irrefutable evidence he did within my 120 seconds of research so don’t bash the quote man.
But, piggybacking off the quote, some people let their will die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75. I don’t want ‘will’ to be in a broad contextual sense within this paragraph. The type I’m referencing to is ‘the will to pursue your wildest ambitions in life’.
I can tell you that the truth behind that is not far off base. Had I not taken the trajectory I had from early on, it’s likely that I would not be at the DroolCRE podium.
That’s not to say I wouldn’t had found my own way later on, into different success, but I would have been substantially more indoctrinated to things that wouldn’t have served me the same way all the hard shit I’ve had to go through over the years has through my decisions over the course of years. Through that, I found the things I love most and hold with highest esteem. That’s at the baseline of it all, we’re not even that far into the number of things that I can be grateful for by choosing my way over time.
Let’s take a moment to go back to 17 yr old Drool.
I had just been arrested roughly 3 weeks after my birthday, and that’s how I kicked off Senior Year. My K.I.D.S sessions with the bros were done.
I wouldn’t let that experience leave me if I could. It sucked at the time but it grew me in the long run. There’s not a lot I’ve encountered since then that has been as hard. However, in my time there, my thinking shifted substantially. But before that;
I had a confidence that had compounded through the years of being in school and aging, at this point, what was keeping my chin up real high was the perfect formula I had for getting ripped before class. If I took 3 dabs then I reached this state of mental silence, that I could control. I actually learned better this way and my awareness was increasingly spot on. Though, these were inappropriate repetitions I was committing. As a result of that shit, I gained weight via the transpiring events that took place, which including being sentenced to a year of supervised probation. Luckily, the felonies they initially charged me with were dropped to misdemeanors, given the severity of the circumstances and my mental condition at the time, which was never suicidal but the result of substance, compounded... My clean record and pseudo innocence created lenience via the prosecution and the judge. I was gifted that sentence.
I’ll take that dub.
I spent a month in Juvy, which was the result of my mom & step dad working jobs that wouldn’t allow me to be supervised 24/7 by an adult when out of school, and I’m the oldest. During this time, I read the full series of Hunger Games. I hadn’t read much prior to that unless for assignments, even then, lack luster reading behavior.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been the type to listen to people that are attempting to not treat me as equals or with some other type of considerations, which the best teachers I had in high school, whom I had good rapport with, had strong EQ.
And not at all would I expect anything from anyone that would be of thanks or praise or any other type of weird considerations in my life, if anything, I want you to verbally spank tf outta me so I can grow. That’s how I feel about the type of feedback I want from people. But in the land of wine and bread, well, gossip spreads. Another low consideration of human behavior.
Anyway;
My mom got me out and senior year proved a test. Dealing with the humiliation and embarrassment upon returning + pharmaceuticals, which added some fluff to my scrawny frame.
The light of it all was the concern my friends had shared when seeing me for the first time. That was important to me. My friends being by my side through that year and them embracing me as I was, which helped me feel mostly unchanged. Regardless of how close we are now versus then, I’m grateful for the memories of those times. After skating, biking, and whatever activities we would do, we would typically cause a ruckus in the evenings.
From taking a bat to some loose golf balls at the course and smacking balls in poor directions at night then evading security, taking over a large neighborhood to play cops and robbers in a large group, and of course the parties, all things I chose to do.
Being out of the house was great before this incident, which ruined the remainder of my teenage days.
In my compounded half assery of high school, I gained an affinity for electives specifically. This included art classes, a personal finance class, where I repeatedly beat the sim, over my 2 or 3 times taking that class through the years. Unashamedly, there was a semester of choir as a frosh. I also maxed out the number of times you could be: an office assistant, teachers assistant, or take PE. Never took weights and you could tell that much about me from about any distance back then.
Another great class I took earlier on, as a freshman, was a class called ‘movies as literature’ where we watched movies like 2001: A Space Odyssey, Casablanca, Gone With The Wind, then write a front/back 1 page essay on what our interpretations were of the film, that class was amazing. I turned in every assignment and was diligent in injoying the opportunity to watch old films while others would sleep before being woken up by our elder Russian teacher.
I never wanted to be cookie cutter in society. I always knew there was more.
From elementary school I was thinking of being a ‘Producer’ - I didn’t even know what that meant, I wasn’t even 10, it was just the most interesting title to me at the end of movie credits.
But here I was, defeated by probation, pursuing cookie cutter lifestyle subconsciously, applying to the university most of my friends were going to attend. I lost my $60 app fee and got denied. Decided to go to community college, either that or start paying rent after graduation, per my step dad. I went and took an entrepreneurship class and dropped out the 2nd semester when that class was no longer offered.
The people that didn’t leave town for school weren’t really up to being that cool, mostly like a bunch of losers, based on the behavior choices I can reflect on.
Some have moved up to better positions in life but there’s still signs I can see within that show they have lost major pieces of self belief, through repetition of doubts.
Accepting defeat and continuing to reach for wins, which are available to all those that seek them, will get you wins, as long as the intentions and effort is aligned with the size of the goal;
Had I gone down the path of university, I would’ve been in a frat and certainly a much different person. Who knows where I would’ve landed or how my extension of behavior would’ve continued in college. Especially given the parties I went to at their frat roughly 2 hours away. That greek mansion had 100’s pouring in/out every party night it seemed. With that, party favors in and out the door. Seemed like a mad house.
Anyway, I’m ready to wrap this up and put a bow on it.
Not what you were expecting right?
The title was slightly misleading, but the point is truth. Through repetition you will either achieve your wildest ambitions or be 35 working at Taco Bell, or a similar job on the pay scale, as a result of you repeatedly neglecting to take the time to develop high value skills that produce high incomes and creates a real life, not that sad shit.
I’m not here to be your daddy, but figure it out. If you need to. I’m sure there’s room for improvement in everyones life, in one way or another.
If my blog ever feels directed at you, it’s because it is. If you feel like I’m calling you out personally, then you don’t understand the blog.
I simply point toward human behavior through my own lens and experiences. Whenever my blog feels like it fucked you up, it was the mirror spanking you.
So take the hints and triggers that come with being here at DroolCRE as a sign that you’re ready to take on more growth. It’s simple. Wherever you feel it, take it and go.
Adios, love y’all
