Halfway to Beyonce

Hello gorgeous. You’re looking fresh as hell, and I know today is going to be a beautiful one. Grab a comfy chair and a coffee, it’s time we caught up. First, put on Lizzo's new album, it's a mood today.

This weekend I watched the Beyoncé documentary. Didn't we all? We see a lot of Beyoncé’s finished products- mind-blowing performances, incredible albums, Versace gorgeousness. It's all so shiny and beautiful, we forget the grit it took to make it real. For Beychella, the Queen worked for 8 months on the performance. 8 months for two hours!! It was a slap in the face with a fish and a reminder that nothing worthy comes easy.

We live in a culture of immediacy. Of ‘overnight’ success, purchased influence, particleboard furniture and ghostwriters. But nothing worthy of an audience happens like that. Nothing worthy of separating someone from their hard earned money is made quick and dirty. The really good shit is built, brick by fucking brick.

I have a friend who is a chef on TV, and she’s killing it. Every time a friend who doesn’t know her comments on it, it goes something like this: “How great is it that everything is going so well for her?”.

I want to scream, it’s no fucking accident, Karen. It’s going so well because she is making it go well. She works harder than any sweaty smug bro teaching me how to make guac for the 1000th time. It’s avocados, tomato and onion Brayden, you didn’t land a man on the fucking moon.

Every time you see someone killing the game, remember the 8 months you didn’t see. Maybe you’re in month 3 of your 8 and getting tired. You might not even know you're not supposed to be done yet, most of our projects feel like they should be done when the reality is we're only 50% there. It’s ok to rest, to vacation and to break, but don’t give up. You might be halfway to Beyoncé.

How much art has this world missed out on because someone gave up halfway to Beyoncé?

You deserve to see what you can do when you put your whole self into it. Refuse to give up halfway. Now go build your queendom, brick by fucking brick.