I was eating french fries and Sarah Jessica Parker was looking fabulous on the red carpet. The Golden Globes was on the TV at the bar while my friends and I were discussing the psychology behind goal setting / accomplishing. I kept staring up at the famous artists on the TV. Those glamorous people look like celestial beings; radiating talent and success and luckiness. I stared at Nicole Kidman and remembered that all of them are just people who had a goal and they put in the time, sweat and tears. They knew what they wanted and they went for it. They did the work. The rest of the world celebrates them for the products of their hardwork but when they're on the red carpet we're so distracted by their sparkly gowns and bowties that we forget the exhausting trials they've gone through. Their lives are not glamorous swimming pools, helicopter rides and Netflix and chill. Their lives are disciplined practice, grueling workouts, early mornings. They are experts at pushing themselves through fear, discomfort, laziness and self doubt. They turned off the TV and went to their pianos. They turned down the invite to that party so they could stay home and write. They chose the salad when everyone else was shoveling burgers and cheesecakes into their mouths. They made the sacrifices and now they get to wear the sparkly dresses and celebrate tonight...but they'll be back to work in the morning (and some of them will even hit the treadmill (literal or figure) when they get home tonight. I want to be one of these people. It's not the sparkles and cameras in my face that I crave; it's the ability to zip up the sparkly dress and look in their mirror and say to myself "I'm so proud of you. You did it. Now, go celebrate!" // Chamonix
