Pushups, Whiskey, Words and New Resolve … 2023
We hear stories all the time about how people do everything right. The habits, effort and discipline and somehow the world finds a way to shit on and defeat them.
We rarely hear about the people who only commit to half assed work and somehow land on their feet in a better position than most.
I have been both, with minor exception. The former was always self sabotage. The latter, well, unfortunately, I have a lot of history with.
When I quit smoking for the umpteenth time years ago, I remember listening or reading something along the lines of “your body does not remember a day when you did not have nicotine, a cigarette, a smoke, a craving”.
I have been thinking a lot about that lately. Wondering, if I put more energy and work into a better me vs. the chance and happenstance I have lazily accepted as my being for so many years, what would I be and achieve with purpose?
I am not going to write any new years proclamations or lofty goal statements for 2023. I’m just going to work on doing more push-ups, less whiskey and maybe document progress with boorish words and see what becomes.
Happy New Year.