This week I failed. I got two good runs in but that’s where it ends. Zero gym time. Zero machines, Zero weightlifting. I didn’t do a single sit up or leg raise. So here I am on Sunday night, planning my week and sitting (almost drowning!) in the depth of my failure. I’ll sit in it a bit more and allow it to engulf me; just enough to sicken me sufficiently to rebound this week. I won’t let it define me. I’m not a loser. I won’t allow it to dominate my mood. I’ll just suck enough of the foul air of it to make me want to bust through the cloud in to clearer skies.
That’s the great thing about life if you don’t let it get you down. You can lay your head on the pillow tonight filled with angst, fear or failure and decide that tomorrow will be NONE of the same. And guess what? If it doesn’t work tomorrow you can lay your head on the pillow again, feely badly, and decide that the next tomorrow will be different, yet again.
2015 Motto: “Life is choice. Your very next moment can be different if you choose it to be”