IS NO LIFE AT ALL
I'm tired.
Tired.
So Sleepy.
Sixteen hours of work in one day, with four hours of sleep in the middle before another 8 hours of work, an hour in the gym with Snowball. The good news is, I can walk upright again without fierce pain radiating through my legs. I don't work at 3014 again until next Sunday, hopefully I'll dominate like I did this Sunday. Cody made $300 on Monday...I wish I had been in on that!
I sat in my bathroom this morning at 2:30 a.m. when I arrived at home from my long day and I thought to myself about all of the excuses I have made in the past. All of the half-assery, jack-assery, and mediocrity that I accepted in my life over the last few years has no appeal any longer. I worked 16 hours, and all I have to show for it is money. A direct result of my effort, in hand. But...what if I worked harder? How much more money could I have? How much more definition in my arms if I pushed harder in the gym? How much healthier can I become by doing what I already know to do? I realized that the amount of time I had on my hands, was preventing me from succeeding because I spent more time THINKING than DOING!
A perfect example of what a person can accomplish with their time: after the recreation center on Monday with the kiddos, I needed a nap. I mean, I took one and didn't even realize I had been sleeping. I was SO tired that when I woke up, I didn't know what day it was, what time it was, when I had fallen asleep or what my next move was supposed to be. I stumbled downstairs to find that He had painted an portrait of his mother while I napped. While I slept, He created something beautiful.
I have not challenged myself enough the last few years. I have allowed myself to be challenged by the ish that has been thrown at me, but I haven't chosen and accepted my own challenges. My new list:
-Quit Smoking (done)
-Work Out 5-6 times a week (which I hate to do, but I'm starting to love the result)
-Get a second income
-Start writing again (hence the blog)
-Go to RRC every Sunday
-Alcohol Time-Out
So far, I'm succeeding. We all slip up, I had a shot with a group of patrons who paid me entirely too much for my lousy pours. I also had a margarita for Labor Day.
It's time to live life.
I don't want life to live me.
XoXo,
Schatzi
You rock!!! :-)
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