I do not confuse busyness with brilliance.
I’ve met urgency—it talks too much.
Progress, on the other hand,
shows up quietly, on time,
and minds its business.
Focus is not dramatic.
It doesn’t announce itself on social media.
It just keeps working
while distractions audition for my attention
like unpaid interns.
I stay.
Not because I lack options,
But because I respect momentum.
I’ve learned that every shiny interruption
comes with a maintenance fee
I have no interest in paying.
Diligence has a sense of humor—
It asks me to repeat the same task
until it becomes effortless,
Then pretends it was easy all along.
This isn’t an obsession.
It’s commitment to boundaries.
I’m loyal to the work,
not the noise around it.
Loyal to the version of me
who finishes what she starts,
even when the audience wanders off
to chase the next headline.
I’ve made peace with being underestimated mid-process.
If seeds demanded recognition,
gardening would be unbearable.
I work in private.
I let patience handle PR.
I decline distractions politely,
The way one declines dessert
after already ordering the good wine.
Staying focused is a restraint—
choosing depth over decoration,
substance over sparkle,
progress over applause.
So when it finally looks “sudden,”
I’ll smile.
It wasn’t sudden.
It was disciplined.
And yes—
It was quietly hilarious
Watching everything else distracts me—
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