I've been working my way through Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert's guide to getting your act together. It's not super self-help-y - she keeps the preaching to a minimum, but still gets the point across that while your success is on you and you alone, luck does have a hand in things. There is also a good chunk about how being addicted to drugs does not make you a good artist.
There are about a million great takeaways in the book and if you need a little kick in the butt to get a project started, give it a go. Gilbert does a good job of reminding us to do what we love for the sake of doing, to work hard at it if we want to see results, and to not be fooled by the the illusion of perfect.
Reminders like these come in handy when I look at our bedroom - sparse and uninviting. They also come in handy when I look at the banister I started stripping the paint off of month ago, but haven't finished yet. It is a far far cry from perfect. No mink coats around these parts.
Do you know that quote "the harder I work, the luckier I get"? Write it down and read it back to yourself daily.
Keep working hard at whatever it is you are working at, gang. Even if it doesn't look perfect.