There are days when I can wake up full of energy and ready to take on the world. Then there are those days that I wake up and read something in the news that makes me think I would love to take on just one person. I jumped on facebook this morning and as usual there were some funny posts. Then I read on and the posts started getting sombre. More tragedy in the US. A gunman who took the lives of 27 people. WTF?
My post this morning was going to be lively and upbeat because it’s Saturday. Albeit a rainy and cool morning here in Melbourne but it’s still Saturday. And I’m alive and those kids in the US are not. There’s part of me that wants to be tough and be positive. Then there’s a part of me that is still crying. So all I’m going to do in my post today is send my thoughts out to the families of those involved. It’s fucked. There’s no other way to put it. Even seeing the man who leads the nation in tears knotted me up inside. He’s only human like the rest of us.
Day 7 of 365 days of getting done has not started the way I’d hoped for. I think my gym session this morning will be brutal. I’ll be doing for the people that lost their lives. Then the demons inside will want to come out. That’s when shit will get loose and I’ll come home a broken man. Might actually take some boxing gloves for the first time. Yep, that sounds like a good idea.
Find the love within yourself first and foremost. Without it, this world will struggle.