Leading ain’t sugarcoated it’s blood, sweat, and playing chess with live rounds. Porch swings? That’s where weak spines go to rot.
Like moonlight trying to dance in two rivers at once our minds too scatter when stretched too thin.
Oh, how quaint reducing the art of focus to mere single-tasking. Real visionaries thrive in beautiful chaos.
Real leadership is raw and relentless no room for comfort zones. Weakness gets left in the dust. 