You know, a lot of people have never seen their breaking point. And in a way that’s very sad… The bottom of that pit is where you eventually find a snarl to put on your face and the will to climb out into the light and shape the very world into something more pleasing. More pleasing to you. It turns out the world is very malleable if you put the work into it.
We all get knocked down. Hard, sometimes. Sometimes we get knocked down real hard.
Ya just can’t beat a person who never gives up, though.
The breaking point. That’s where the best life lesson is. You felt so little and so hurt, you even wanted to just give up and die. But you’re still here, right? You shrugged it off because it sucks but you can bear the emotional weight of it. Day after day, ending it all just doesn’t make it onto the to-do list. Maybe ’cause you’ve got other shit to do. Maybe because you know you’re better than that. Maybe you’ve got the same thirst for greatness we all do and you’re not satisfied with where you’re at so far. Or maybe just because you don’t think it’s the right thing to do.
So it sucks, but you trudge through each day anyway. This is the key to everything in the world. How many people start up a workout routine but then fade off because one day they wake up and it’s too dark, too cold, too early? Those people don’t ever get in shape. But you can. You can because dark, cold, and early are pesky but in the grand sum of depressing things you’ve had to deal with, waking up early is trivial. it’s kind of a joke. Working out is hard and you feel weak and powerless because you can barely lift the thing and you so badly want to just put the bar down and go home when you’ve set a goal and your body gives out halfway there. So a lot of people do. They give up, make up some excuse, and walk out the door. How many days have you had a chance to do that? How many times have you hit your breaking point, but then shoved it back instead of breaking? So people like you can don’t hit boundaries and go home. People like you have the ability to stick it out and finish the job. Even if the job sucks, you’ve survived worse. So you can finish the workout and then stack on five more reps because fuck it and fuck it all and fuck the bar and everything sucks and this hurts but that’s nothing new so five more and then five more and then five fucking more.
1. Procrastination – Just remind yourself the more fear you feel about a specific task, the more certain you can be that that task is important to you and your growth.
2. Limiting beliefs of others – "That’s too hard", "that won’t work". Remember, if everyone listened to the negative advice of others, no one and nothing would really progress in this world
3. Bad environment - Jim Rohn once said "You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with". Don’t be hesitate to limit time to or cut off those who continually drag you down.
4. Lack of Motivation – Have a strong image of why you want to be successful.
5. Part time dedication – To be successful you have to continually work towards your goals and not only when it’s convenient for you, or when you have nothing else to do.
6. Time is limited - Every minute wasted is another chance gone to move closer to your dream goal.
7. Lack of speciﬁc goals – Remember there are no lazy people, just people lacking goals.
8. Settling for less - Why do you think you don’t deserve the best’?
9. Lack Of persistence – You forget that most successful people are overly persistent in reaching their goals and dreams.
10. Failure – Treat all failures as lessons, they are just stepping stones you must pass on your journey toward success!
This is such BS! All the training and sacrifice just flew out the window with one step that I’ve done millions of times! The frustration is unbearable. The anger is rage. Why the hell did this happen ?!? Makes no damn sense. Now I’m supposed to come back from this and be the same player Or better at 35?!? How in the world am I supposed to do that??
I have NO CLUE.
Do I have the consistent will to overcome this thing? Maybe I should break out the rocking chair and reminisce on the career that was. Maybe this is how my book ends. Maybe Father Time has defeated me…Then again maybe not!
It’s 3:30am, my foot feels like dead weight, my head is spinning from the pain meds and I’m wide awake. Forgive my Venting but what’s the purpose of social media if I won’t bring it to you Real No Image?? Feels good to vent, let it out. To feel as if THIS is the WORST thing EVER! Because After ALL the venting, a real perspective sets in. There are far greater issues/challenges in the world then a torn achilles. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, find the silver lining and get to work with the same belief, same drive and same conviction as ever.
One day, the beginning of a new career journey will commence. Today is NOT that day.
"If you see me in a fight with a bear, prey for the bear". Ive always loved that quote. Thats "mamba mentality" we don’t quit, we don’t cower, we don’t run. We endure and conquer.
I know it’s a long post but I’m Facebook Venting LOL. Maybe now I can actually get some sleep and be excited for surgery tomorrow. First step of a new challenge. Guess I will be Coach Vino the rest of this season. I have faith in my teammates. They will come thru. Thank you for all your prayers and support. Much Love Always.
We have all read about people who are successful briefly. They win a gold medal, make a fortune, or star in one great movie and then disappear.…These examples do not inspire me!
My focus and fascination is with people who seem to do well in many areas of life, and do it over and over through a lifetime. In entertainment, I think of Paul Newman and Bill Cosby. In business, I think of Ben and Jerry (the ice cream moguls)…As a Naval Officer, husband, businessman, politician and now as a mediator and philanthropist on the world stage, Jimmy Carter has had a remarkable life. We all know examples of people who go from one success to another.
These are the people who inspire me! I’ve studied them, and I’ve noticed they have the following traits in common:
They work hard! Yes, they play hard, too! They get up early, they rarely complain, they expect performance from others, but they expect extraordinary performance from themselves. Repeated, high-level success starts with a recognition that hard work pays off.
They are incredibly curious and eager to learn. They study, ask questions and read—constantly! An interesting point, however: While most of them did well in school, the difference is that they apply or take advantage of what they learn. Repeated success is not about memorizing facts, it’s about being able to take information and create, build, or apply it in new and important ways. Successful people want to learn everything about everything!
They network. They know lots of people, and they know lots of different kinds of people. They listen to friends, neighbors, co- workers and bartenders. They don’t have to be "the life of the party," in fact many are quiet, even shy, but they value people and they value relationships. Successful people have a Rolodex full of people who value their friendship and return their calls.
They work on themselves and never quit! While the "over-night wonders" become arrogant and quickly disappear, really successful people work on their personality, their leadership skills, management skills, and every other detail of life. When a relationship or business deal goes sour, they assume they can learn from it and they expect to do better next time. Successful people don’t tolerate flaws; they fix them!
by Chad Howse
Ambition, I have come to believe, is the most primal and sacred fundament of our being. To feel ambition and to act upon it is to embrace the unique calling of our souls. Not to act upon that ambitionis to turn our backs on ourselves and on the reason for our existence. ~ Steven Pressfield, Turning Pro
Our ambitions are who we are. They’re our souls telling us what we desire most. But without the courage to pursue what we aspire to have and to be, we aren’t truly ambitious. We’re unlike others in that we dream of greater things, but our actions are no different than the man who dreams of nothing.
“Thinking is easy, acting is difficult, and to put one’s thoughts into action is the most difficult thing in the world.” Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
When many think of ambitions, they think of the man trying to change who he is, or where he is. We think of transformation. We think of the man working harder, getting up earlier and grinding in an effort to change.
However, to be ambitious doesn’t mean we’re running from where we come from or who we are. Rather, we’re reaching our potential. We’re actually becoming what we are capable of becoming. We have the courage to reach for something greater instead of hiding behind the fear, often disguised as comfort or satisfaction, that keeps so many from pursuing what they truly want their lives to be.
“Do not wish to be anything but what you are, and try to be that perfectly.” ~ St. Francis de Sales
Being ambitious is being who and what we are, and being that perfectly.
If our ambitions are who we are. If they’re our soul calling out to us. Then why are so few truly ambitious people?
We’ve all met people who talk as if they’re going to accomplish the world. They talk about the car they’ll have, the wife they’ll have, the LIFE they’ll create. Yet they sleep in until noon. They drink with friends at every opportunity. They complain about where they are in life as if they have no control over what they do or how they think.
They talk about ambition, but they don’t live it. And I point a finger in saying this. What I should notice is the three others pointing back at me. I’ve been this guy, and I still fall back into that trap of having big dreams, but not doing the work needed to live these dreams. The difference: today, I’ll have a lazy day in a week, or a lazy morning. I catch myself not living in a way that DESERVES the successes I want, and I change it immediately. In the past it wasn’t so.
Back to the question: why are so few truly ambitious?
I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.
When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me “garbage can” and telling me I’d be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn’t run home crying, wondering why.
I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.
I hated myself all the time.
As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn’t going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you’ll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn’t think much of them either.
Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no.