It is true somebody’s storey is a little bit worse than your own. You have to remind yourself that there is somebody always a little worse off. Kind of a harsh reality it’s true. Then all of a sudden you are the one worse off but then again are you really? Who knows. I guess what I am saying is what’s the harm? Where’s the risk? Living miserably or dying happy I guess that choice is up to you!
The end goal of life is death so what is it we are supposed to be doing with all the stuff in between. We are constantly having these curveballs thrown at us that distract us from where we are going. When you feel on top of he World the Universe kicks you down a notch or too and says uhmmm ya there is no such thing as an easy life.
I stand on top of the cliff looking down at the water beating furiously on the rocks below. Reaching my hand into my pocket I feel the envelope cold in my hands. I want to take it out again but can’t. The words written on the envelope I sent in a red scrawl taunting me…
The reality is you are always going to be somebody’s fuel to their own dumpster fire. Misery loves company and it is easiest to prey on another’s insecurities then to acknowledge your own. What do we talk most about? The joy we remember or the pain that we endured. More of us can relate to…
The seizures I endured have affected my thoughts and brain. I am on medication for severe anxiety. My whole life changed. It had nothing to do with diet, exercise or health. I spent 15 years inside of a gym. Hours upon hours of cardio. Restricted calories, no carbs, no social life. The gym wasn’t about health it was about vanity. We somehow defined our character by the amount we could bench press and nothing more.
It took a long hard battle to get here and at times I never thought it was possible. My own negative thoughts and energy prevented me from becoming anything more. I am not sure what sparked inside of me. It began long before my brush with death. Well not too long because at 37 I was still lost and struggling to find my way.
I have to keep asking myself if I died tomorrow would this be enough? Right now I am stuck on a tank running on empty during a gasoline drought. In the distance I see something though. Like a mirage just taunting me at times I want to move forward
My weakness has always been my ability to cry at the drop of a hat. I used to get called so many names. Even my family would roll their eyes and make fun of me as being too emotional and my favourite is when I was being told to grow up. I was always apologizing for feeling things. Like feelings are invalid. I learned to cry behind closed doors. That is if I could wait that long. Being called a baby when you feel sad that soembody else’s heart hurts is the worst feeling.
The successful ones are the ones that truly believe in what they are selling. They say what they think and they can rebuttal any obstacle because they believe in the product inside and out. They are confident self-assured and their is an air about them that we all get intoxicated if we stay in their orbit for too long. Same goes true in the opposite scenario. Somebody who is thinking this car is a dud I just got to unload it will come across as nervous or that over confidence that makes us run for the hills and never return.
The 9th way to get your Hepburn on is to be fully present in your life. That means the good bad and the ugly. It is incredible how much more present one can be when you draw everything into one focal point. Observe everything around you in that moment. Look for colors, sounds, smells, feelings….