Good Morning, let’s get it.
Taking control of your time isn’t easy. There are things that pull at your time. More that that your body just wants to relax. I shit you not, I woke up from a nap on Sunday with the thought of how crazy it was that I was going to work out. Like who the fuck does that to themselves? Who intentionally lifts weights when you don’t have to. On top of that who the fuck writes?! Nobody I know, thinks about writing, or feels the need to write. It isn’t part of their routine, habit, or hobby? They don’t force themselves to do things that most people consider work. But there I was waking up from a restful nap, “like shit, here I go again.”
I know we all have the internal enemy. The one that wants the easy way. The one that turns a cheat meal into a cheat day, then a week. It is the same little shit that gets us to sleep a little longer. That little voice of rest is a greedy bastard. The desire for rest and comfort detract us from our dreams and goals.
We are our worst enemy when it comes to getting shit done. We know how to distract ourselves in meaningful ways. We know our procrastination triggers and when we feel the pull of boredom. It is a matter of self-discipline knowing what is right and what the right thing to do is and making ours do it. Putting the fucking phone down and writing. Walking away from birthday cake in the office. Putting on your shoes so you don’t get comfortable at home and make your way to the gym. Sitting down at the dinner table to read, instead of getting cozy on the couch and falling asleep.
It is up to you to be responsible for your actions. Sucks, but when you get shit done and go after your dreams, you can say, “I DID THAT”
Don’t be like others who wished they made the most of their time.
I am out of time.
Later Gator 🐊