*Originally Published August, 2017
He fought every fight in his head before he ever hit the ice.
He knew their moves and how he would counter.
He prepared his hands, his shoulders, his knees.
He never fought angry.
Every move, every swing, was carefully calculated. Each hit was effective and full of rage, or so it seemed. But again, he never fought angry. He purposely conditioned his body a specific way to prepare and be able to deliver the most impactful hit possible (it doesn’t hurt that his hands are the size of a gorilla’s).
I’ve heard every story. We’ve watched the videos, and he remembers EVERY fight in detail. He can replay you the conversations he had with the guy he fought after the game. He can tell you what they said, about their family, about their friendship.
There is no arrogance in the conversation. There is no puffing his chest out and talking about how he was the best in the league. Those are words that you will NEVER hear come out of his mouth. It was never about that to him. Continue reading “BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE”
I don’t know about you, but I am no longer in the business of talking people into loving me.
I quit that a long time ago.
I am also no longer in the business of expecting people to love the way I love, respect the way I respect, and honor their word the way I honor mine… this one has been harder to learn but still a “line in the concrete” type of staple these days.
Sometimes though, with some people those old habits still pop up, catch me off guard, and when it does it’s never a rewarding experience for anyone involved. It leads to questioning your own worth, resentment, distrust, and hurt feelings.
So this is my message to whomever needs to hear it tonight, stop pushing people to be a part of your life and stop pushing for an answer or a response on your own timeline.
Follow your intuition.
Love with all you have.
But certainly don’t beg people to see it, love it, honor it, or choose it. That’s on them, not you.
Sometimes you have to be your own motivation.
In those moments when you find yourself slipping and it feels like you’ll never get fully back on track I’ve learned that nothing motivates me more than reminding myself where I’ve been and what I’m capable of.
This picture is from last summer. I had built more muscle than I knew was possible and honestly, I felt uncomfortable as fuck about it. I loved the body and curves I built but it was just unlike the shell I had lived in for most of my life so it seriously took some getting used to. Continue reading “Honoring every piece”
Leave it there.
Those pieces that are breaking off.
Those things that are no longer serving you.
Maybe it’s a belief. Maybe it’s a habit. Maybe it’s a story. Maybe it’s a person. Maybe it’s a place. Maybe it’s a pattern. Maybe it’s as small as choosing silence over a response. Continue reading “Leave It There”